<?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-18100745</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:22:01.087-04:00</updated><category term='african americans'/><category term='racism'/><category term='blacks'/><category term='HAM'/><category term='injustice'/><category term='racist'/><category term='Jena 6'/><category term='Naacp'/><category term='Me bytchin'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>Motor City Hot Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>Hey World!

I'm a self-confessed internet junkie.  This blog will be a little bit of everything.  One day I'll be on politics, the next day celebrity gossip, the next day religion, the next day family, and so on and so on.

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I have a lot to say!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-4129850850611243477</id><published>2008-04-07T20:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:02:17.529-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I don't really have a reason...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why I have blogged in so long.  I know that I think of things that I could blog about, but when I sit down to actually do it my mind goes blank, like now.  So I'll just do some random stuff....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flavor of Love 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why in the hell is those twins of the Flavor of Love 3 so damn UGLY.  Missing teeth, skinny with crack bellies, and no command of the English language at all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm pretty sure a couple of those woman are men, I would have to ultrasound them to make sure they got mommy parts on the inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bitchassness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How in the HELL do I sue P. Diddy over my damn phrase?  I swear that was one of my original words.  I, at the very least want a cut of the t-shirt sales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adult onset ADD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I seriously think I have it.  I can concentrate on one thing for more than five minutes without getting insanely bored.  I think my job has done this to me since I'm normally juggling ten things at once.  I've made it a point to start concentrating on one thing at a time.  Hmmm, could my ADD be a reason I don't blog like I should?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;State of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Where in the hell is all the people that lost their homes?  You can go to some really nice neighborhoods in the Detroit area and find half the houses empty.  People say that are shacking with other people.  I don't know of one case like that and I know a lot of people that will sleep on someone else's couch without a second thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My next car will be a moped.  I can not keep affording to fill up my truck at $70 a pop.  It's putting a serious dent in my "me fund".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I will be so glad when the presidential election is over, it's wearing me out.  I had some commentary but I'm too wore out about it to write about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I know I need to update my links, my background, and all that good stuff.  To be honest, I don't remember the passwords on none of my stuff.  It took a lot to remember the one to blogger....LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-4129850850611243477?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4129850850611243477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=4129850850611243477&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/4129850850611243477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/4129850850611243477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dont-really-have-reason.html' title='I don&apos;t really have a reason...'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-7673443762265161104</id><published>2007-09-13T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T21:26:02.539-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jena 6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injustice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blacks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='african americans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naacp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racist'/><title type='text'>Please Sign The Petition for the Jenna 6</title><content type='html'>http://org2.democracyinaction.org/o/2446/t/1373/petition.jsp?petition_KEY=10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a small highly segregated rural Louisiana town of Jena in&lt;br /&gt;September 2006, a black student asked permission from school&lt;br /&gt;administrators to sit under the shade of a tree commonly reserved&lt;br /&gt;for the enjoyment of white students. School officials advised the&lt;br /&gt;black students to sit wherever they wanted and they did. The next&lt;br /&gt;day, three nooses, in the school colors, were hanging from the same&lt;br /&gt;tree. The Jena high school principal found that three white students&lt;br /&gt;were responsible and recommended expulsion. The white superintendent&lt;br /&gt;of schools over-ruled the principal and gave the students a three&lt;br /&gt;day suspension,&lt;br /&gt;saying that the nooses were a youthful stunt. Black students decided&lt;br /&gt;to resist and organized a sit-in under the tree to protest the&lt;br /&gt;lenient treatment given to the noose-hanging white students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racial tensions remained elevated throughout the fall. On Monday,&lt;br /&gt;December 4 2006, a white student who allegedly had been racially&lt;br /&gt;taunting black students in support of the students who hung the&lt;br /&gt;nooses got into a fight with black students. Allegedly, the white&lt;br /&gt;student was taken to the hospital treated, released, reportedly&lt;br /&gt;attended a social function later that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of this incident, six black Jena students were arrested&lt;br /&gt;and charged with attempted second degree murder. All six were&lt;br /&gt;expelled from school. The six charged were: 17-year-old Robert&lt;br /&gt;Bailey Junior whose bail was set at $138,000; 17-year-old Theo Shaw -&lt;br /&gt;bail $130,000; 18-year-old Carwin Jones--bail $100,000; 17-year-old&lt;br /&gt;Bryant Purvis--bail $70,000; 16 year old Mychal Bell, a sophomore in&lt;br /&gt;high school who was charged as an adult and for whom bail was set at&lt;br /&gt;$90,000; and a still unidentified minor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the morning of the trial, the District Attorney reduced the&lt;br /&gt;charges from attempted second degree murder to second degree&lt;br /&gt;aggravated battery and conspiracy. Aggravated battery in Louisiana&lt;br /&gt;law demands the attack be with a dangerous weapon. The prosecutor&lt;br /&gt;was allowed to argue to the jury that the tennis shoes worn by Bell&lt;br /&gt;could be considered a dangerous weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the pool of potential jurors was summoned, fifty people&lt;br /&gt;appeared, all white. The jury deliberated for less than three hours&lt;br /&gt;and found Mychal Bell guilty on the maximum possible charges of&lt;br /&gt;aggravated second degree battery and conspiracy. He faces up to a&lt;br /&gt;maximum of 22 years in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the Jena 6 await similar trials. Theodore Shaw is due to&lt;br /&gt;go on trial shortly. Mychal Bell is scheduled to be sentenced July&lt;br /&gt;31. If he gets the maximum sentence he will not be out of prison&lt;br /&gt;until he is nearly 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MESSAGE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· As Chairman Julian Bond stated, "This is an American outrage that&lt;br /&gt;demonstrates the continuing shame of racial division in our country.&lt;br /&gt;Join us in making it one of the last."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· In light of the circumstances surrounding Mychal Bell's case, we&lt;br /&gt;urge all concerned citizens to support the call for a new trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· It is unacceptable to selectively enforce the law based on race.&lt;br /&gt;Prosecutorial discretion should be used in a fair and equitable&lt;br /&gt;manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· The Jena Six should be tried by juries that reflect the racial and&lt;br /&gt;ethnic demographics of Jena, Louisiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· The hanging of nooses is not a "youthful stunt" or "prank." It is&lt;br /&gt;a hate crime. Such hate crimes should not be tolerated at any&lt;br /&gt;school. Jena High School must establish a curriculum which promotes&lt;br /&gt;cultural sensitivity and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· The NAACP calls on Louisiana Governor Kathleen B. Blanco and&lt;br /&gt;Louisiana Attorney General Charles C. Foti to thoroughly investigate&lt;br /&gt;and monitor the trials of Mychal Bell, Robert Bailey, Jr., Theo&lt;br /&gt;Shaw, Carwin Jones, Bryant Purvis and John Doe. The Governor and&lt;br /&gt;State Attorney General should do everything in their power to ensure&lt;br /&gt;that these young men's constitutional rights are protected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION TO THIS IMPORTANT MATTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you have any questions, call Angela Ciccolo at the National&lt;br /&gt;Headquarters at (410) 580-5777&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-7673443762265161104?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7673443762265161104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=7673443762265161104&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/7673443762265161104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/7673443762265161104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/please-sign-petition-for-jenna-6.html' title='Please Sign The Petition for the Jenna 6'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-3122520925467721263</id><published>2007-07-24T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:28:18.659-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me bytchin'/><title type='text'>Shyt That Irritates Me......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m a happy go lucky life of the party most of the time, but I irritate easily.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here’s some things that make me want to snatch someone by the throat and squeeze every last drop of life giving oxygen out of them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;TARDINESS!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that I’m not the picture of      punctuality, but damn can you make it to an event within two hours of it      starting?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had a baby shower for      my niece on Saturday, it started at 4:00pm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why was there still people coming at      7:30?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My family is actually on      punishment from having events at my house because of their extreme tardiness,      but I love my niece and I did it for her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="2" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;LIARS!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have the gift to know when someone is      lying to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I get tired of calling      people out on their lies because it just spawns more lies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some people lie to kick it, if we’re      cool, you don’t have to lie to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I      know it’s impossible to tell the truth 100% of the time for various      reasons, but damn……&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="3" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;CHEAP      PEOPLE!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t bring your cheap ass      to an event where a gift is expected talking about “I left the card at      home” “I didn’t know what they wanted” blah blah blah. Stay your cheap azz      at home if you can’t bring a gift.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;No one really want to see you without one……just being real.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Another thing about cheap people that      irritates me, why won’t they buy their own damn food!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They’ll claim they’re not hungry, but      eat all your shyt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This brings me      to…..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="4" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;MAKING      A PLATE TO TAKE HOME!!!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;STOP IT      PEOPLE!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s not cool at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If the event that you’re attending is      not over and the host has not told you to it is ok to take a plate home,      but down the damn foil and paper plates.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;You don’t know what plans people have for their leftovers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve seen people daisy chain food out      the door of an event.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is not      that serious folks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="5" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;WHINERS!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So what this post is whiny, but damn I      hate whiners.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My whine tolerance      has been very low lately.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just shut      the fawk up and fix the problem (whatever it is) already.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="6" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;BEGGARS!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My son is the biggest offender right      now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Damn, leave me and my money      alone!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="7" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;OLD      JEWISH LADIES!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was at a deli      counter today and it was some in back in my.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;OMG!&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;How fawking annoying! I really hated those ladies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were pushing, shoving, talking,      trying to take cuts, etc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to      swell up on them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will slap an      old lady…..LOL.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;J/K.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ok, I’m going to bed now…..LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-3122520925467721263?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3122520925467721263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=3122520925467721263&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/3122520925467721263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/3122520925467721263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/shyt-that-irritates-me.html' title='Shyt That Irritates Me......'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-1030523363322648162</id><published>2007-07-10T20:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:27:45.403-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAM'/><title type='text'>This Hot Mess is 4 U!!!!  **NSFW****</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I can't believe I haven't made a post since March!  My how time flies.  I guess I'll have more time on my hands now since I have an empty nest.  I'm not going to get into all that now.  Let's just laugh ad have some fun....LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Make Room For the Big GIRLLLSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got much love for the big girls, being that I'm one myself.  With that being said, we know that big girls are NOTORIOUS for being a straight hot shitty MESS!  So let's roll this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my girl big bubbles, BB for short.  She left me speechless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQspHGBZoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/HWxt8J0s1q0/s1600-h/pop.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQspHGBZoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/HWxt8J0s1q0/s320/pop.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085738963998697090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why, why, why!!!!  Homegirl took the shake and go straight out of the bag and slid it on her head.  Notice the massive pile of weave in the background.  I will giver her credit for not being naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQspHGBZpI/AAAAAAAAADE/eM-plQ2y_Bg/s1600-h/shkandgo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQspHGBZpI/AAAAAAAAADE/eM-plQ2y_Bg/s320/shkandgo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085738963998697106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This one here is a Chubby Chaser dream. All she need is a can of peaches to go with that cottage cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQspXGBZqI/AAAAAAAAADM/3Jnxf7nW6n0/s1600-h/um.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQspXGBZqI/AAAAAAAAADM/3Jnxf7nW6n0/s320/um.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085738968293664418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who told Auntie Edna to be putting her picture on Myspace?  She got her latchhook weave. platforms, and get down brown lipstick on.  Somebody should have told her that those hands can't cover that dunlap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQsXXGBZjI/AAAAAAAAACU/Bm4kEKsOYRo/s1600-h/biggums2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQsXXGBZjI/AAAAAAAAACU/Bm4kEKsOYRo/s320/biggums2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085738659056018994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know their big ass don't want us to believe that their were getting down in that twin bed.  They look like two Sumo wrestlers.  Look at them touching at the belly.  Nasty asses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQsX3GBZkI/AAAAAAAAACc/P5bBdzI9UB8/s1600-h/fupa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQsX3GBZkI/AAAAAAAAACc/P5bBdzI9UB8/s320/fupa2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085738667645953602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;She looks like a whale caught in a net. At least she took the time to coordinate....LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQsX3GBZlI/AAAAAAAAACk/YOeZTyPTKvo/s1600-h/fupa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQsX3GBZlI/AAAAAAAAACk/YOeZTyPTKvo/s320/fupa3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085738667645953618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sure hoping this was photoshopped.  Moving on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQsYHGBZmI/AAAAAAAAACs/pzHZgTNFJVU/s1600-h/hugeones2652ph3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQsYHGBZmI/AAAAAAAAACs/pzHZgTNFJVU/s320/hugeones2652ph3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085738671940920930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This shyt aint even funny.  It made me regurgitate my dinner.  Those are quite possibly the nastiest looking legs I've eve seen in my life.  I guess we should just give thanks that she decided not to show her ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQsYHGBZnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2k2wHlEvdh0/s1600-h/obeseoy9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQsYHGBZnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2k2wHlEvdh0/s320/obeseoy9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085738671940920946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Let's move on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like male strippers?  Well you might not anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would be pissed if I paid $5 to see his ass or her showed up at my shower dressed in half of a RV curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQr_nGBZfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xGrP1w4a0OM/s1600-h/nip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQr_nGBZfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xGrP1w4a0OM/s320/nip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085738251034125810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the women in the back.  They are bored as hell.  He needs to use that chain to hang himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQr_nGBZgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5YB1Mc6eSoQ/s1600-h/no.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQr_nGBZgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5YB1Mc6eSoQ/s320/no.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085738251034125826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm disturbed by the fact that he has no testicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQr_3GBZhI/AAAAAAAAACE/JEu7MIDUp0Y/s1600-h/onoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQr_3GBZhI/AAAAAAAAACE/JEu7MIDUp0Y/s320/onoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085738255329093138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks like Zorro dressed as a bridesmaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQsAHGBZiI/AAAAAAAAACM/nqlqjyf88A4/s1600-h/ug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQsAHGBZiI/AAAAAAAAACM/nqlqjyf88A4/s320/ug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085738259624060450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Enough of this fool!&lt;br /&gt;Let's move on to the CHILDREN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love the children, I really do, but like big girls, they know how to bring the Tom Foolery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a school where the children go where they learn to make the gay face.  I'm not even going to discuss the purple tracks.  I'm just mad that his damn lips are ashy!  How unfagalicious of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQrmnGBZeI/AAAAAAAAABs/auWEBiuxFdM/s1600-h/tomfool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQrmnGBZeI/AAAAAAAAABs/auWEBiuxFdM/s320/tomfool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085737821537396194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have thought this was a hoax picture if it was not for the arch eyebrows!Let's count the offenses.  1. finger waves and pin curls. 2. polka dot waves.  3. Paper thin mustache.  4Long sleeve shirt under jersey.  Ok, I'm tired of looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQra3GBZZI/AAAAAAAAABE/qhu6WHuM6Rw/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQra3GBZZI/AAAAAAAAABE/qhu6WHuM6Rw/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085737619673933202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all kinds of wrong.  Lion cloth, bangles, and Chanel bag *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQrbHGBZaI/AAAAAAAAABM/FU9U-EWMKo0/s1600-h/cjpictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQrbHGBZaI/AAAAAAAAABM/FU9U-EWMKo0/s320/cjpictures.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085737623968900514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's actually not a bad looking guy.  I had more pics, but I thought this was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQrbHGBZbI/AAAAAAAAABU/IJPUvihyQfY/s1600-h/scan0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQrbHGBZbI/AAAAAAAAABU/IJPUvihyQfY/s320/scan0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085737623968900530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He gives me a headache.  No self respecting queen would be caught dead in the scenario.  No comment on those leopard panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQrbXGBZcI/AAAAAAAAABc/1K0G73cCnyE/s1600-h/ohhellno5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQrbXGBZcI/AAAAAAAAABc/1K0G73cCnyE/s320/ohhellno5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085737628263867842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Time to put the children to BED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the the straight SKANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I need some Valtrex just by looking at their nasty Wesson oil coated asses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQq5nGBZXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VCxNvihSvPU/s1600-h/ummm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQq5nGBZXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VCxNvihSvPU/s320/ummm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085737048443282802" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give him his pants back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQq5nGBZYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mZVYD9wlu2k/s1600-h/yuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQq5nGBZYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mZVYD9wlu2k/s320/yuck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085737048443282818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyone got some penicillin?  You know it's some live and active cultures growing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQqmXGBZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ebRVDUH7xMI/s1600-h/1529186861_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQqmXGBZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ebRVDUH7xMI/s320/1529186861_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085736717730800930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boys and girls is what you call an old ho!  Po thang, still sporting a coochie fro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQqmXGBZTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wnYI33Jdoek/s1600-h/fur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQqmXGBZTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wnYI33Jdoek/s320/fur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085736717730800946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Old ho's just won't give it up.  Somebody slap some Crisco on Autie ashy ass pronto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQqmnGBZUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bakLoS-xhr4/s1600-h/ohhellno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQqmnGBZUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bakLoS-xhr4/s320/ohhellno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085736722025768258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to wonder if Autie is an Uncle........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQqmnGBZVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YMcNL1N57vQ/s1600-h/ohhellno8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQqmnGBZVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YMcNL1N57vQ/s320/ohhellno8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085736722025768274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still not itching?  This one comes with BO, do a scratch and sniff if you don't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQqmnGBZWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Vel_dr0pU6c/s1600-h/syph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQqmnGBZWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Vel_dr0pU6c/s320/syph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085736722025768290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Ok, boys and girls, I need a drink.  I can't stop scratching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Dueces!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-1030523363322648162?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1030523363322648162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=1030523363322648162&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/1030523363322648162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/1030523363322648162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-hot-mess-is-4-u.html' title='This Hot Mess is 4 U!!!!  **NSFW****'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PtR5nXphpbc/RpQspHGBZoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/HWxt8J0s1q0/s72-c/pop.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-117341238301394588</id><published>2007-03-08T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T22:53:03.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Beyonce - irreplaceable&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/gUv3Y7f1hRc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/gUv3Y7f1hRc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Um NO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-117341238301394588?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/117341238301394588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=117341238301394588&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/117341238301394588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/117341238301394588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/beyonce-irreplaceable-um-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-117133857489438269</id><published>2007-02-12T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T22:49:35.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Old?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I keep asking myself that question over and over because people won't let me forget how old I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've never considered  myself to have a  problem with my age.  I've alway felt  proud and blessed.  I can't believe that I'm closer to 40 than 30.  I feel like I'm at a crossroads where I need to make some serious decisions about the next phase of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm also suffering from "pre empty nest" syndrome.  My boy has signed his NLI and will be leaving for school in June.  I'm extremely happy that he's leaving for school and I know he'll be ok, but I'm going to miss him.  He'll only be four hours away, but I won't get to see him like I see my daughter who is 45 minutes away.  She's not coming home this summer either, she's getting an apartment near school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;All my adult life (and even before then) I've been someone's mother and wife.  The thought of living my life the way I want to and doing what I want is something that I have never given much thought until now.  I knew this day would come and I knew I would be young when it happened, but it came much faster than I thought.....LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;My daughter has pretty much moved on with her life and is doing what she wants to do.  She doesn't really need me and that's cool.  I know my son will need me for a year or two, but then again maybe not.  I hear the south calling me.  I'm considering moving across the Mason Dixon line.  I'm tired of being cold and I just want a change of scenery.  I think I'm going to use the next couple of years to tie up some loose ends and then I'll concentrate on moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;In other age related news....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I know I'm not too close to "the change" yet, but I can feel my body changing.  I get warm much faster than I used to.  I wore a turtle neck sweater today and I almost went into spontanious combustion.....LOL.  My skin is also getting dryer.  If I sit in one position too long, I get stiff.....sheesh.  I'm still waiting on this 30-something sex surge to kick in.  The thought of having an insatiable sexual appetite is hilarious to me.  I mean I'm no prude and I do alright, but I can definitely control myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ok, I'm done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-117133857489438269?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/117133857489438269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=117133857489438269&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/117133857489438269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/117133857489438269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/getting-old.html' title='Getting Old?'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-117021518627334208</id><published>2007-01-30T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T22:46:28.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jibber Jabber.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh my, this will make two post in one month!  I guess I'm getting back in the grove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Since it's so long in between my post, I can't focus on one topic.  So I'll just catch y'all up and talk about what's going on in my life, head, etc.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just came home from a whirlwind college tour with my son.  This whole football recruiting thing is wearing me out!  I shouldn't complain though, because I feel blessed that his talents, grades, and personality has schools interested in him.  There are so many people that would like to be in his shoes right now, I just hope we make the best decision for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;While on my tour I finally met my friend, Renay!  We've been part of a group that has talked online going on almost three years.  We talk about family, friends, life, entertainment, etc.  We've watched people in our group get married, divorced, have babies, lose babies, bury loved ones, recover from serious illnesses, and just grow up.  Renay and I hit it off from the beginning, we are definitely sisters from another mothers.  I absolutely had a blast with her, she is so darn cool!  We were just like two old friends hanging out.  I have met a friend for life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm hungry.  I want a friend salami sandwich(my cravings have been so weird lately), but I don't have Miracle Whip.  We have a ton of mayo, but no Miracle Whip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is everyone doing for Super Bowl.  I want to go to a sports bar or something.  I have a feeling I'll be watching it at home again.  I'm cool with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When are the killings going to stop in Detroit?  Now they've killed David Ruffin's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.detnews.com/apps/pbcs.dll...DATE/701290427"&gt;granddaughter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.  They need to send the national guard in there pronto!  It's a scary situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do fools continue to drive 80 mph even when they see other cars belly up in ditches?  SUV owners are the biggest offenders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok, I've run out of jibber jabber.  I'm hungry and can't concentrate any longer.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-117021518627334208?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/117021518627334208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=117021518627334208&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/117021518627334208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/117021518627334208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/jibber-jabber.html' title='Jibber Jabber.....'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-116917714063367559</id><published>2007-01-18T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T22:25:40.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey BITCHES!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I always wanted to open a post like that, but I never had the courage because I didn't want to offend anyone.  Well after drinking a whole bottle of White Zinfindel I got it tonight baby!  I've been polishing off bottles of wine like water lately.  I wonder how many weight watchers points is a whole bottle of wine........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Damn, I can't believe it's 2007 already!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can't believe that people actually misses my blog.  I actually miss doing it.  I come across things all the time that I want to blog about, but I just never do it.  Call me lazy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let me catch y'all up on what's going on with me.  I've been running around the midwest taking my son on college visits.  I'll be glad when Feb. 7th comes.  Not only is it my birthday, but it is also signing day for high school football seniors.  I mad as hell at as his ass right now though.  IF YOU ARE READING THIS I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE ONLINE!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why do teenagers think that you were born old.  I was 17 and I know what the fuck goes on!  I was the slickest of the slick and no way either of my kids are slicker than me.  Y'all hear that?  Moving on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can't believe that I'm so close to being 40.  When I look in the mirror I don't see a 40 year old.  I'm always fishing for reassurance that I don't look old...LOL.  The last couple of times at the bar I got pegged for mid-20s, so I'll accept that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;The older I get, the less likely it is that anything excites me.  I wonder is that why people old people are so cranky? Because they really don't give a shit perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Did anyone watch Grey's Anatomy tonight?  What happened to George is my life.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I really miss having parents.  Being an orphan sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hope Dr. Burke doesn't get fired.  I love his chocolate ass.  The things I would do to that sexy ass man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wonder if I was single if I would be a sexual predator.....hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why are gay people trying to force our agenda down their throats?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Does anyone have a My Space page?  I have one, but it's only to look at others page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;If your Black or White ass haven't seen Dreamgirls yet, you are missing out.  Jimmy got soul bitches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Every year at tax times I wish I had more kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Have you ever tried to revisit friends from your past and the chemistry just wasn't there?  I saw some of my friends from back in the day during the holidays and I felt like a stranger.  I'll post about this more later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wonder how many of my blog buddies are still around.  I must admit I don't make blog rounds like I used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Your adulters better cut it out.  You can go to jail for life in Michigan.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Alright I'm sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;G'nite Bitches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;(I bet this post is going to trip my drunk ass out tomorrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-116917714063367559?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116917714063367559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=116917714063367559&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/116917714063367559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/116917714063367559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-bitches.html' title='Hey BITCHES!!!!!!'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-116641549882389651</id><published>2006-12-17T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:18:20.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis The Season.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;for dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got a phone call on Friday night that a friend had lost his 17 year old daughter.  It appears that she caught a virus or the flu and just died.  I am heartbroken.  It seems so unfair that someone so young life could end so suddenly.  I remember when my nephew killed himself at age 3 by playing with a loaded gun some of the words the Pastor (who is my cousin shared).  He said that he believes in good infinite wisdom.  That we he allows a child to die, it's because he's saving the child and those who love the child from tragic unseen heartache. I know some say what could be more tragic than death, but those of us who have been through something know there are things. He knew something about the child that if given a future would have been too much to bear.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All I know that GOD has to have a reason for upsetting the natural order of things and we have to pray for understanding.  Please say a prayer for my friend and his family.  They'll need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-116641549882389651?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116641549882389651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=116641549882389651&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/116641549882389651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/116641549882389651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis The Season.....'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-116458805091784436</id><published>2006-11-26T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T19:40:51.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope for the Future....</title><content type='html'>There is hope for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The media would like us to believe that all young Black people are thugs, hoods, drug dealers, drug addicts, baby mama's, baby daddies, disrespectful, uneducated, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daugher was home this weekend and she brought two of her friends home with her.  All three of them are students at University of Michigan doing extremely well.  While here my daughter high school friends came home for Thanksgiving and they are all doing equally well.  Here's a breakdown on my daughter and her friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter:   She's pre-med.  She hasn't determined on a specialty yet, but she's bossy so I can see her being Chief of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female Friend 1(Michigan):  She's going into sports management.  Already planning for Grad school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female Friend 2(Michigan):  She majoring in psychology.  She wants to run an established youth program at home in California where she volunteers.  She's going to keep going and get her Masters, but she's not sure in what you. (She's dating a young man that says he's going to be running the DMC one day.  I believe him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female Friend 3 (Howard):  She's majoring in communication and wants to be a news anchor or another form of broadcasting.  I have no doubt she'll make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female Friend 4 (Oakland):  Majoring in Business.  She plans on getting her MBA and running someone's corporation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female Friend 5 (Michigan State):  Majoring in nursing.  Nurses are in such high demand, excellent choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male Friend 1 (Michigan State):  He's going into Law with an eye on the White House.  Watch out Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male Friend 2 (Michifan State):  He's a football player, but he's no dumb jock.  He's getting his engineering degree and working hard at it.  I have no doubt that he's going to the NFL, but he'll definitely be alright if it doesn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male Friend 3 (Purdue):  He's majoring in engineering, but it wouldn't suprise me to see him being a minister one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my daughters friends are in college right now and I didn't list most of them.  It makes me so proud to see these young Black people doing so well in life.  I hope my son and his friends come out just as well and I believe they will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-116458805091784436?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116458805091784436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=116458805091784436&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/116458805091784436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/116458805091784436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/hope-for-future.html' title='Hope for the Future....'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-116388233135056140</id><published>2006-11-18T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T15:38:51.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Check Him Out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/N5E2cdMYdoc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/N5E2cdMYdoc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Check out my boys's highlight tape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-116388233135056140?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116388233135056140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=116388233135056140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/116388233135056140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/116388233135056140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/check-him-out-check-out-my-boyss.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-116252551665412506</id><published>2006-11-02T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:45:16.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Bring Sexy Back.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok not, really....LOL.  But I got your attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've officially had my blog for one year.  When I first got it, it was an outlet for me.  Now I just feel guilty because I don't update it when I should.  I've been so incredibly busy lately.  I guess I should be thankful I actually have a life!  LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm about to hit the road yet again folks.  I'm going on a cruise....woohoo!!!!  It's snowing and cold as hell here so I'm glad to be going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have stuff that I could I wanted to tell y'all, but I need to finish packing.  Hopefully, I'll have more time to dedicate to blogging when I return. I do sorta kinda miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-116252551665412506?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116252551665412506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=116252551665412506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/116252551665412506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/116252551665412506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-bring-sexy-back.html' title='I&apos;m Bring Sexy Back.....'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-115854652204580932</id><published>2006-09-17T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T22:28:42.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Post Has No Title.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well folks your girl has been going through a lot lately, some I've talked about and some I've kept private.   My grandmother passed away a few weeks ago and I'm still reeling from that.  I'm not really ready to talk about that either right now, but I do have a story that pertains to it that I think well amuse/sadden you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've discussed my oldest brother before.  If you don't remember click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_motorcityhotgirl_archive.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; and look for  the April 10th one.   The day before my grandmother's funeral we had a  two hour  "family gathering" at the funeral home.  It was held on Labor Day.  Here's what went down.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brother:"I have nothing to wear to the funeral tomorrow", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(me being the uncaring psychic that I am already knew it would come to this. ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:  "what the hell do you want me to do"?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brother:  "I was wondering if you can buy me something to wear"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:  "It's 8:30pm on Labor Day.  No!  It took us 8 days to have this funeral and you knew 8 days ago you didn't have anything to wear!" (my grandmother's church was booked for funerals.  Her Pastor could only do one per day since he's sick himself and that was one request she had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brother:"Well I have $50, I'm just saying....."  "Do Dre or L have something I can borrow to wear".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: " Dre is taller than you and a thinner.  L is taller than you and bigger.  You can't fit their suits or shoes.  Well, since Dre buys school pants and shirts bigger, I can send some over in the morning by Nel.  You can also ride with her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well Nel gets there with the clothes.  A pair of beige Dickie pants and two button up shirts.  He sucks his teeth and ask her why didn't I send him a pair of shoes!  WTF?!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He then informs her that he's not going because he doesn't have the proper clothes.  Now for those of you who know Nel, knows that she's not the begging kind, so she pulls off.  Now mind you, I had cousins come it white tees and jeans.  It's about paying your respects, not what you have on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So later on that evening after everything was over and done with I stop buy his house to pick up my boys clothes.  Hell they were brand new and I'll be damn if I leave them for him to sell.  The shirts were Kenneth Cole and Polo.  When I get there he comes to the truck and hands them to me.  Here's the conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: "So what happened to you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brother: " I didn't have any shoes.  I couldn't go up in there looking like anything"/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:  "It's never bothered you before"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brother: "I have pride in myself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:  "I can't tell when your in some abandoned house sucking on a crack pipe.  Anyway, it wasn't all about you.  That lady sacrificed a lot for your ass and you couldn't come and pay your respect."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brother: "Well, alright I'm going to let you go".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I pull of burning rubber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The next day my sister calls and says "Brother said that you sent him rags to wear to the funeral."  Now anyone that knows me know that my son doesn't wear any damn thing raggedy and this shit was brand new.   I got her good and together right quick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm glad I don't have to worry about his ass calling asking me for shit for at least 6 months.  I just can't believe the nerves on his ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had a lot of family drama, but this was the most stupid and full of shit one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-115854652204580932?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115854652204580932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=115854652204580932&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/115854652204580932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/115854652204580932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-post-has-no-title.html' title='This Post Has No Title.......'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-115811493495514554</id><published>2006-09-12T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T22:35:34.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;You can't control everything......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;You can't make it better..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's out of your hands...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;You just have to let go and let GOD.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;That's all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-115811493495514554?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115811493495514554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=115811493495514554&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/115811493495514554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/115811493495514554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes....'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-115560830320423129</id><published>2006-08-14T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:22:09.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Could It Be........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;That the Vivica we all know and love is back?  I'm so happy for her.  She needs to learn that good black don't crack.  It's ok to get your breast lifted, tummy tucked, etc, but leave you damn face ALONE!  Glad to see you back Viv, now if we can just help Lil Kim.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Viv.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Viv.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;She really looks like the old Vivica Fox on the picture with Danity Kane.  Diddy is so original, two white girls, two blacks, and a Latino....hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Do y'all remember that other reality show group, &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eden%27s_Crush"&gt;Eden's Crush?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/dkvivLBr2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/dkvivLBr2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;They are like a remix of them!  Y'all know I aint lying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Who is this blind item?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; She was married with kids and a well known group member in a very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; popular group. She started missing performances due to her crack habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Her addiction got so out of control, her husband left her and relatives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; threatened to take her kids unless she straighten up. This out of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; character behavior may stem from her childhood. She came from a big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; family and her father molested all the kids (boys and girls) and he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; made them do things with each other while her church going mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; looked the other way. After a few relapses, she's trying to keep her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; life on track and she's taking one day at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's it for today kids.  I'm off to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLLA!&lt;br /&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/18100745-115560830320423129?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115560830320423129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=115560830320423129&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/115560830320423129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/115560830320423129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/could-it-be.html' title='Could It Be........'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-115552030785576866</id><published>2006-08-13T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T21:51:47.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Another Day Off.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not ready for Monday, I'm tired as hell.  I had a busy weekend, let me run it down for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, I didn't really do anything but chill after work.  I did, however, catch up on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.vh1.com/shows/dyn/flavor_of_love/series.jhtml"&gt;Flavor of Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Um, yeah.....  It was one of those thing that made me ashamed to be Black.  I love being Black 99.99% of the time.  This was one of the .01%.  I really did need my drink of Orange/Pineapple Juice and Malibu after watching that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday was busy.  I went to my ex-husband's family reunion.  I went mainly for the food because those damn people can COOK!  It was good seeing them also because I haven't seen most of them in a long time.    They still treat me like part of the family.  I consider them my family as well, they gave me my culinary skills. My ex-husband is crazy as hell and he knows it.  He's quite the character.  Sometimes I really can't believe I was married to him.  We're cool though.  His latest girlfriend is a blast from the past.  He dated her before he dated me.  They always kept in touch even when we were married.   I told him he should marry her, she's been most patient waiting on him.  Hell, he even slept with her sister and she's still waiting......LOL.  2 wives, sister, 20 years, yep she's the one for him.  The picnic was held on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belle_Isle_%28Michigan%29"&gt;Belle Isle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ,the island was very nice, I was  pleasantly suprised.  It used to be the epitome of ghetto.  It was a family that had shelter #8, they had a DJ and all.  They partied up a storm.  I was so jealous because I wanted to get over there!  I had to leave in a hurry because a garden snake crossed my path and I'm DEATHLY afrain of snakes.  I hate the way they look and slither about.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After that I went to the hospital see my grandmother.  I learned she's going to place in hospice care, but I don't really want to talk about that.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then I went downtown to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.detnews.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20060812/ENT01/608120412/1033/ENT01"&gt;Caribbean Festival&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; at Hart Plaza.  It was really nice.  I blew $60 in jewelry in a matter of minutes.  I have to limit the money I have on me during these events because I'll spend every dollar in my pocket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, I went to my company picnic at CJ Barrymore's.  I had fun, but I needed to be at home getting ready for the work week.  I get home and walk into so real BS, but I'm not ready to talk about that yet either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In other news.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think I've lost most of my blog readership during my hiatus, but that's cool.  I like meeting new folks.  I don't comment on other blogs like I should either, so I guess it's a two way street.  I  still love y'all though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a question for fellow bloggers.  Why do people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;threaten &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to delete their blogs or disappear?  Just do it and STFU talking about it.  Some folks actually leave, but others just stay around and threaten, cya! buh-bye!  It's like do you really need to resort to those tactics to get attention?  Didn't get enough hugs as a child?  If you're going to blog then blog, if not then don't...sheesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really like Celebrity Fit Club, it cracks me up.  Where in the hell did they find Isaac from the Love Boat?  That was some damn digging!  He's like a Z list celebrity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back to the Flavor of Love.  How in the hell can you kiss Flavor Flav?  Every time I see someone kiss him, I throw up a little!  Just nasty as hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I almost forgot, I added some new links to my blogroll.  Check them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOLLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-115552030785576866?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115552030785576866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=115552030785576866&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/115552030785576866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/115552030785576866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-need-another-day-off.html' title='I Need Another Day Off.....'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-115526138792473845</id><published>2006-08-10T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T21:57:27.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Rambling.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/kcb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/kcb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Since it's taking waaayyyy to long for the magazine to come out, I thought I'd post another picture.  I heard the pictorial is going to be AWESOME and my baby is going to be all over it.  Chanel spoke with someone at the agency that said that I'm going to be very happy when I see the picture.  In this picture, it's Kate Moss, the famous photographer (Bruce Weber, think Calvin Klein) and another one of the Detroit models.   Waiting on this magazine is pure torture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had a slight panic attack yesterday.  I realize that this is my boy's senior year!  This time next year I'll be packing him up for college.  The recruiters are starting to call so who knows where he'll end up.  I don't think I want him over 12 hours away.  I need to be able to get to my baby just in case.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm thinking about starting a hustle.  I need a steady flow of "free money" (who doesn't right? LOL) , because with two children in college, I'm going to have very little of that right?  I have an idea in mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok, for some reason I got really sleepy right now, so I'm going to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holla!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-115526138792473845?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115526138792473845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=115526138792473845&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/115526138792473845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/115526138792473845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/still-rambling.html' title='Still Rambling.......'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-115500200906388365</id><published>2006-08-07T20:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T21:53:29.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Hey Hey....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's going on Blogland?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm just chilling and enjoying these dog days of summer.  Sitting here trying to soak up all the heat I can because before you know it will cold as a witches titty outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had a lot of things that I've been thinking about blogging about, but when the time comes to do it, I don't feel like it or I forgot what I was going to say, so I'm just going to ramble on like I do sometimes and tell y'all what's up with me and mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Say a prayer for my grandmother, she's in the hospital.  She's 96 years old and has been suffering with alzheimers for a long time now and if the GOD decides it's her time I'm ok with it because I know where she's going.  She was the most amazing woman in the world  and I love her dearly.  She raised me as her own and loved me like she gave birth to me.  I know she'll get extra diamonds in her crown when she makes it to heaven, because she always put others before herself.  She raised 10 grandchildren besides her own 12.  They don't make them like her anymore.  I'm going to dedicate a full post to her one day as I have never really talked about her before.  It's probably because I get so emotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/chanelandkate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/chanelandkate.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I haven't posted this before because I didn't want anything to stop my daughter from being in this magazine.  She was selected to appear along side Kate Moss in the September 2006 issue of W Magazine.  I've been sitting on this for a couple of months and y'all know with my big mouth braggy butt I wanted to say summthin! Once the magazine comes out, don't worry I'm going to post all the pics, but here's one of her and Kate.  BTW, Chanel said that Kate was the sweetest person you ever want to meet,  nothing at all like they portray her in the media.  She get upset when she reads bad things about her now.  Hopefully my daughter will pic up some modeling gigs to help with some college expenses.  Even with a scholarship, it's still expensive as hell.  She's think like her mama so Ashley, Lane Bryant, Avenue, Baby Phat, Apple Bottom, holla at Ms. Nell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you ready for some football?  Dre will be starting as Cornerback and Reciever!  He's also on kick return.  The season kicks of August 25!  Oh yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our 5 year wedding anniversery is coming up.  I can't believe that I've been with my husband for SEVEN years!  My how time flies.  We're going to do two things to celebrate.  We're going to Niagra Falls (the Canadian side)  to celebrate on the actual day and in Novemeber we're going on a one week cruise.  I'm so lucky to have found someone that loves and accepts me for what I am.  I know I take my husband for granted sometimes, I really need to do better because he's a good man and we know how hard they are to find these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ugh, my family has pissed me off so bad, I don't want to attend my family reunion.  I'll post about it sometime in the near future.  Trifling bastards.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm wearing a really long weave right now.  I must get it cut.  Everytime I look in the mirror I see Rick James and I can't take it.  Some folks have calling me black Cher.  I see layers in my future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh yeah, my new nickname is Haterlicious.  I'm a hater and I'm damn proud of it if being hater means keeping it real.....LOL.  My son gave me the nickname.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My husband and I are thinking about adopting a baby.  I just don't think it's a need to have a baby when there are so many Black kids without homes and the fact that I don't want to be pregnant, nothing is fun or cute about that.  I know it's a some women out there that like it, I aint one! This whole baby thing Is Tee's fault.  My husband held her too cute daughter and it warmed his heart.  I'm might have to keep Reaghan so he can see what happens when cute babies go bad.  I think one episode of colic might cure this need for a baby.....LOL.  Seriously, let me know if you guys have any GOOD stories about adoption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The devil is a liar!  He's trying to get me to eat at that delicious $5 Soul Food place that has opened up near my house.  Get back Satan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, I think that's enough for now.  I'm tired because I was stuck on the Detroit Princess until 1:00 AM a hair show my cousin was doing.  Hot Ghetto Mess was in full effect and I forgot the memory card for my camera.  I do have a question, ok a couple of questions.  Why do women strip dance on the dance floor by themselves when it's not that type of party, are they not embarrassed?  When did it become ok to show the chitlins on your stomache?  I don't want anyone seeing my stretch marks, but there are waaaaayyyy too many women that don't care.  Just nasty! (is that hating?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haterlicious Out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holla!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-115500200906388365?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115500200906388365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=115500200906388365&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/115500200906388365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/115500200906388365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey-hey-hey_07.html' title='Hey Hey Hey....'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-115499818610336444</id><published>2006-08-07T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T20:49:46.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is A Test</title><content type='html'>of the emergency blogger system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-115499818610336444?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115499818610336444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=115499818610336444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/115499818610336444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/115499818610336444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-test.html' title='This Is A Test'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-115395499986828941</id><published>2006-07-26T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T19:05:32.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Hey Blogland</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I still love y'all even though I don't post that often anymore.  I'm going to try and do better.  Today is a good day for posting because the kids are gone and my husband went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.cedarpoint.com/"&gt;Cedar Point&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/222/8401/640/IMG_1948.jpg"&gt;Moe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; and I are just chillin on the sofa, although I should be putting up all this stuff I brought back from the Mall of America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Last Thursday,  my family and I headed off to the Mall of America.  I had to be in Minneapolis for business on Friday so I decided to take them with me since we hadn't planned a family vacation this year.  Let me say that I had an AWESOME time with my family.  It felt so good to have the four of us together for a solid four days straight.  The Mall was great.  I cleaned  up on shoes.  I think I got around six or seven pair.  I didn't go overboard because I got about 6 pair in Chicago a couple of weeks ago.  My daughter purchased at least 8 pair and my son overdosed on Cole Haans.  Nordstrom's Rack is the shyt for shoes.  We also went to a the Nicolette Mall in downtown Minneapolis and we went to an outlet mall in Albertville that had 120 store (I got the cutest red coach from the Coach outlet), probably the nicest one I've ever been to and I've been to dozens of them.  Minneapolis is a cool city to visit. I had no idea it was such a nice place.  I will definitely go back to visit again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'm still on my diet, although I did have some of the white stuff while I was on my vacation.  I  had Coldstone and it was delicious.  I've lost anywhere between 6 and 12lbs depending on which scale I use, I'm inclined to believe the one that says 12 pounds of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'm trying to decide if I'm going to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.caribana.com/"&gt;Caribana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; festival in Toronto next weekend.  I used to love Caribana, but it's been taken over by the kids I hear.  Hell, my daughter is going with her friends.  I love Toronto, so I just might go to shop and chill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I have to the two of the Hot Girls a BIG congratulations.  Mama Chele and Tee got promoted or their freedom papers as we like to say at work.  They both worked hard for it and are very deserving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I think I'm going to add some celebrity gossip back to the blog.  I keep seeing good stuff that I don't see posted on any other blogs.  Maybe I'll have gossip day, like on a Wednesday or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I might update this post late, but that's it for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;HOLLA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-115395499986828941?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115395499986828941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=115395499986828941&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/115395499986828941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/115395499986828941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-hey-blogland.html' title='Hey Hey Blogland'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-115267283255497108</id><published>2006-07-11T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T22:53:52.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Having Withdrawals........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;from the white stuff!  Your girl is a junkie.....Keep reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday I started a new way of eating.  One that I can deal with and not have to count calories, carbs, fat, or points.  Basically I cut out all the "white stuff" flour, sugar, bread, and potatoes.  I make sure that I have at least 6 servings of fruits and vegatables, 3 servings of lean meats, and 2 servings of a fat free milk products.  I also allow myself fiber-rich whole grains and I drink plenty of zero calorie fluids and water.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do I feel weak and walking around with a headache?  I not hungry, but I feel like my body is missing something.  My body wants the bad stuff.  It wants burgers, pizza, any kind of pasta, chips, cake, and chocolate!  It's weird because I'm not craving those things.  My son had a pizza last night and I didn't want any.  The had a delicious Costco chocolate cake in the free food cube at work, which is directly across from cubicle!  It smelled so good.  I just wanted to lick a little bit of the frosting.  It got to be too much for me and now that cube is no longer the "free food zone".  I had to carry that cake up the road to anothe cube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I caught a side glimpse of myself in the mirror and thought I was looking a different person.  That was it for me.  I knew I had to lose weight immediately.  I knew that I couldn't put it off another day.  A couple of years ago, I had lost weight really good, but due to a health crisis I put it back on and some more with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not a big eater.  I don't eat up everything in sight, it's more my lifestyle.  I'm a busy woman with my hands in a lot shyt.  I'm also an insomniac that isn't getting much sleep at all.  If you combine the two together you get busy tired woman.  I eat on the go, dine out, and order in a lot.  There is not a lot of cooking going on.  I also admit, I don't make the best choices.  I LOVE Popeyes and pizza.  I could eat it everyday.  Don't mention a nice juicy steak......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My grandmother was ahead of time when it came to nutrition when I was growing up.  We NEVER ate out except when we were traveling.  I would have to wait until I went to visit my mom to get some fast food.  My grandmother also didn't eat beef, pork, pasta and did she fry.  The only milk we drank was skim powder.  The only cereal we had in the house was Corn Flakes, Cheerios, and Raisin Bran.  I swore when I had kids they could eat any darn cereal they wanted.  I also said that my  kids could eat McDonald's everyday if that's what they want to do!  I spoiled the mess out of my kids with food when they were young.  We always had all kinds of goodies in the house and they got as much Burger King and McDonald's as they wanter.  Then I started noticing my daughter getting chunky (she's on the new plan of eating too) so I had to stop it.  My deprivation caused me to over indulge my kids.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough of me psychoanalyzing myself, I got to get some fat off my azz.  I'm also going to start going to the gym again once I get my energy back.  I let y'all know how I'm coming along in case you care.  I promised myself that I'd be in bed by 11, so I'm out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-115267283255497108?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115267283255497108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=115267283255497108&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/115267283255497108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/115267283255497108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-having-withdrawals.html' title='I&apos;m Having Withdrawals........'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-115137669741251812</id><published>2006-06-26T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T22:51:37.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Laugh For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/game_stripper.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/game_stripper.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I came across this picture while surfing.  It's supposed to be Game during his stripper days.  It might be photoshopped, then again it might not be, but lawd I hope it is.  Maybe that tiny bump in his G-string explains his shitty disposition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-115137669741251812?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115137669741251812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=115137669741251812&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/115137669741251812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/115137669741251812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/little-laugh-for-you.html' title='A Little Laugh For You'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-115067152637729465</id><published>2006-06-18T18:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T18:58:46.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/lashawn%20and%20father.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/lashawn%20and%20father.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today is father's day and I will spend it like I do any other Sunday.  There will be visits to the cemetary like I do on Mother's Day with a dinner following prepared by my sister and I like we do  on Mother's Day.  My Dad, Lenny, passed away in August 2002 and I have yet to allow myself to mourn his passing.  My mother's death in 1999 has such a violatile affect on me, I refused to go down that road again or is that just my reasoning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Growing up my father was never a big influence on  my life.  I was raised by maternal grandparents and  my parents had split when I was four.  I wouldn't call him a dead beat dad because my grandparents asked nothing of him and  neither did my mother.  I saw him growing up frequently and we spoke on the phone a lot as I can recall.  I also spent every summer with him mother in country.  I actually can only really remember my father hitting me once with a belt because I didn't want to go with him and I can remember my grandfather threatening death on him if he ever hit me again.  I'd come to understand later that my father physically abused my older brother, sister, and mother.  I thank GOD that I never had to deal with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Later when I was in my early teens and my grandfather dead a few years, my grandmother sick, and my mother doing her thing, I needed my father and he wasn't there.  I went to live with him for the summer (I was more like a babysitter for my younger half brothers) and he betrayed me like no father should ever betray his daughter.  I won't speak of what happened because I'm not ready to share that with the world, but I will say that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; didn't molest or beat me.  Something castastrophic happened to me and he turned his back and told the world I was lying.  I don't know if I can really blame him for his behavior, this was in the middle of the crack epidemic and he was as turned out as one can get. I was a 14 year old girl in the world pretty much alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't talk to my father for 3 years after leaving him and my stepmother.  We started talking again after I gave birth to my daughter.  My father was a changed man.  He had gotten clean, went to school and got a degree in Substance Abuse, became a deacon at his church, and got a high ranking job at a local company.  It was not easy for me to accept him back into my life and we had many arguments about how he hurt me.  I spent the next 18 years trying to punish him for not being there for me.  Whenever he didn't do what I wanted him to do, I'd be quick to throw it in his face to make him do it.  Don't get me wrong, I loved my father, but I never forgave him.  We were able to have many good times in the last 18 years and I have many fond memories, but I never forgave him in my heart.   My kids love him dearly and to him he's the perfect grandfather, they are going to be confused and full of questions that I might not be ready to answer for them.  This is the first time I'm admitting that I haven't forgiven him.  I forgave my mother for all her shortcomings, but not him.  It doesn't really matter much I guess since he gone now...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-115067152637729465?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115067152637729465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=115067152637729465&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/115067152637729465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/115067152637729465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-fathers-day-dad.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day Dad'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114964804344455154</id><published>2006-06-06T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T22:40:43.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Mama Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My boy did pretty good in the state finals.  He came in 10th overall in the 100M.  His team came in second in the 4x1 and third in the 4x2.  His school came in 5th overall.  He's a great athlete and I'm looking forward to football season.  He has one more year to go and I'm sure he'll be number one.  Check out some pictures from the meet below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/realtrack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/realtrack.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all know he caught the white boy, y'all know we can't let them beat us sprinting.....LOL.  Now if it was cross country, that would be a different story.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/realtrack2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/realtrack2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know my boy was so muscular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/realtrack3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/realtrack3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/dre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/dre.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-114964804344455154?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114964804344455154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114964804344455154&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114964804344455154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114964804344455154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/proud-mama-time.html' title='Proud Mama Time'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114905100124863238</id><published>2006-05-30T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T00:50:40.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Talking Shyt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have a lot of stories in my head that I plan on sharing with you guys, but I've been lazy as hell lately.  I've been coming home taking naps everyday for the  last week.  I think it's because our AC is down at work and it zaps all the energy out of me and I hate being in the computer room for too long because it's too noisy  and too cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Don't you hate when a MF'er come to you with an unsolvable problem or something that no one, especially you can do anything about at the moment and bitch constantly about it?  Someone got on my nerves with that shit so bad today, I had to go off on her.  I don't do stress and she was borderline stressing me out.  My kids can testify that I have removed stress from my life and a MF'er bet not take me there because I'm going to go off.  I have two sides now, one nice and one not so nice.  I've kicked all that anxiety shit to the curb.  Mind over matter and good meds......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;My husband is at it again.  I'm about to go through remodeling hell.  He knows I'm lazy and like to lounge after a hard days work.  Now it's going to be coming home to paint and whatever other tasks that he has for the day.  We're redoing the kitchen and main bathroom (HALLELUAH!).  I want to use a dark red in my kitchen, but I don't know how to incorporate it.  I was always talk that kitchens are supposed to be light and bright.  My kitchen is not big, but it's a decent size.  It's 10 by 20, let me know if yoy have some ideas.  Right now it's painted all white. I guess I should consider myself lucky that I have man that's willing to pick up a hammer because lawd knows there are a lot out there that won't.  I just wish that he would hire the contractors that are doing our outside work to do the inside work so ya girl can continue doing what she does best.......CHILL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Have you ever tried your hardest to make something work that you know in the end just really isn't worth the effort and frustration?  I'm involved in something now that I used to love, but I'm starting to hate.  More on that later..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;(No, I'm not talking about my marriage...LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wish my son Dre luck.  This weekend he is going to the state track finals.  He'll be running the 100M, 200M, 4x1, 4x2, and 4x4.  He won the regionals in the 100M, 4x1, 4x2, and 4x4.  I won't be able to see him run because it's mandatory that I work.  Maybe I can get off early enough to come up and suprise him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-114905100124863238?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114905100124863238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114905100124863238&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114905100124863238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114905100124863238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-talking-shyt.html' title='Just Talking Shyt'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114832186827860215</id><published>2006-05-22T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T14:20:09.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It's been a long time, I shouldn't left you....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I've been back from Aruba for almost two weeks now, I've just be busy as ever. I had today off and I've just got out of bed (it's almost 2:00 pm) and I feel good. I had a fantastic time in Aruba. At first I was a little taken aback because I was expecting tropical, but Aruba is more like a desert landscape. It never rained one day and the weather was consistent low 90s and that beautiful trade wind breaze that they are so famous for. Here are a few pics from my trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me wading in the water. I was actually terrified because of the fish in the water. It was hundres of them swimming all around you. Way too creepy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/IMG_3207.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/IMG_3207.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is my husband's silouette, but check out that sundown in the back, absolutely beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/IMG_0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/IMG_0193.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the view from our condo, very nice! See how the trade winds make the tree's bend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/IMG_0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/IMG_0121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good thing is that I'm over my writer's block, so I have a lot of interesting things to share......TTYL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-114832186827860215?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114832186827860215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114832186827860215&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114832186827860215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114832186827860215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/baby-im-back.html' title='Baby, I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114645353954603112</id><published>2006-04-30T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T23:18:59.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey Err'body,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll be on hiatus for the next two weeks.  I'm so busy right now and I don't have time to blog.  Between work, getting ready for my trip to Aruba  this week, and trying to get my kids settled for the summer I'm pooped.  Once I come back from vacation I'll be thrown right into the most important weekend of the year at work so I plan on having a good time while on vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Check out my some of my fellow bloggers on my blogroll.  They're the bomb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Y'all be safe and I'll holla!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-114645353954603112?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114645353954603112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114645353954603112&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114645353954603112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114645353954603112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/on-hiatus.html' title='On Hiatus'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114574542511631970</id><published>2006-04-22T10:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T18:37:07.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What It Be Like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/aruba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/aruba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It seems like my life is getting busier and busier! I just got back from a business trip last night. I've been traveling every other week lately. The good news it that the next time I get on a plane it will be for my personal pleasure! That's right folks, in 12 days I will be in a tropical paradise called Aruba for one week. Originally we were suppose to go from Saturday to Saturday, but because of work *boo hiss* , we had to change our plans to Thursday to Thursday. We'll have two days alone, just the husband and I. We'll spend the other five days with my in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A big congratulations&lt;/span&gt; goes out to my husband who just got a promoted to a very important and *top secret* position at work. He's very deserving of it. He's is the best IT person I know. I'm so pround of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/michigan.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/michigan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me y'all. The daughter returns home from college next week for the summer. You know how "kids" think they're grown once they leave hom and come back. I know she's going to read this and let me say this again "you're not an adult unless you can support yourself 110%" comprende? But really she an awesome daughter, just a little too much like her mother! The girl has all my attitude and whit. Sometimes it like me against me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do want to congratulate her on successfully completing her freshman year at the University of Michigan.  She did great and I'm very proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends are going to see Kells tonight in concert. Although he puts on a hell of a show, NO THANKS. He can't get a dime out of me. My little protest didn't matter though, his concert sold out here. My favorite band of all New Edition will be here while I'm in Aruba! That concert sold out as well. I think Detroiters are tired of being cooped up in the house all winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have zero plans for the weekend. I'm going to clean my house, do some laundry, and if I have the time/energy left over I'm going to do some yard work. I don't want to do to much out there yet because we're getting a new roof and gutters and I don't want the workers trampling my stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all I have for today. I'm keeping it light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/18100745-114574542511631970?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114574542511631970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114574542511631970&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114574542511631970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114574542511631970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-it-be-like.html' title='What It Be Like?'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114524403842517758</id><published>2006-04-16T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T23:27:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Subject Ho-ology 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Subject: Ho-ology 101. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(My Country Cuzin, Tecc Money sent this to me.  Enjoy and pass it on.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;11. "The Undercover Ho" - This type of ho often goes unnoticed in the community, and can only be detected by a trained eye. She holds down a decent job during the day, but is secretly hoeing around with at least 5 different trifling men. Two of these men are married, and at least one of these men is dating her best friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;10. "The Church Ho" - Her hair and nails is always done. This ho is in church every Sunday and carries a Bible with her at all times, but spends Tuesday through Saturday night of every week in a different club. She is sometimes mistaken for the Undercover Ho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;9. "High Class Ho" - (also known as the! "Glamour Ho") - This type of ho rocks Prada and Versace, and only dates players, ballers, and hot callers. She is most often the cause of some fight in a club ( i.e.  Source Awards). She tries to act like she's got class but confuses regular English with Ebonics. She also has trouble with simple arithmetic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;8. "Old Ho" - The OLE Ho used to be tight "in her day," and thinks she still looks good for her age." She tries to wear all of the Soul Train fashions, thinking that she will blend in with the rest of the hunnies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You can find her at any club on any given night, grinding on the dance floor during any song, with any man, of any age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;7. "Nasty Ho" - This ho has not exactly been blessed in the looks department, but is usually very popular with the men for her other talents. Most often, she has a "tight" body and be found working in a strip club. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;6. "Sneaky Ho" - The sneaky ho cannot be trusted in anyone's home or with anyone's man!  Money and other personal items "turn up missing" not long after she's gone. She is always "dipped" and can never remember where she's purchased the coveted item of clothing. The Sneaky Ho aspires to be Undercover Ho but has already made too many enemies by stealing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5. "Bourgeois Ho" - This type of ho is educated and professional woman with many credits to her name, she dresses well and has a sophisticated circle of friends. These women are perfect, however these Ho's have multiple partners and sleep with married men like "Undercover Ho," perpetrate on Sunday like "Church Ho," get played by men just like "Stupid Ho," obsessed with name brands and status like "High Class Ho," and best of all...Bourgeois Ho looks down on all the other Ho's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4. "Project Ho" - This Ho is living ghetto fabulous, squeezing money and trinkets out of her drug dealing "babies daddies." She likes to fight, and you will most often hear her before you see her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3. "Stupid Ho" - ! ; She is usually very cute. The Stupid Ho keeps a string of men who constantly come over after midnight for booty calls.  They often return to eat her food, watch her cable, and borrow her car &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and/or money. She complains about them to her friends ( i.e., Sneaky Ho and Project Ho) but never does anything about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2. "Crazy Ho" - This is a popular ho. Although she is very smart, the Crazy Ho is virtually an upgrade from the Stupid Ho. She has the same terrible luck with men, but unlike the Stupid Ho, she seeks revenge. Her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;areas of expertise include slashing tires, keying cars, making prank calls from unlisted numbers, visiting the trifling man (or other Ho's) jobs, and appearing on Judge Mathis for any of the aforementioned activities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And Finally!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1. "The Stank Ho" - &amp;gt; This is perhaps the most popular Ho of them all. She Stank Ho has appeared on shows such as Ricky Lake, Jerry Springer and Jenny Jones. She has eluded herself into believing that she is beautiful, ad she sleeps with everyone to justify it. Her choice of wardrobe most often includes spandex (of every color), bra tops, &amp;gt; and stripper shoes. She has a permanent "unwashed" look about her that cannot be removed with any amount of water or soap.&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/18100745-114524403842517758?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114524403842517758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114524403842517758&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114524403842517758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114524403842517758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/subject-ho-ology-101.html' title='Subject Ho-ology 101'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114498462899874508</id><published>2006-04-13T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T23:17:09.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thought In My Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When will Hoopz 15 minutes of fame be up?  She has to be on at least minute 14.   I know how those "Z" list celebrities like to google themselves to see what people are saying about them, so Hoopz if you're reading this *POOF BE GONE BYTCH!* and take the rest of those nasty bytches with you.  You kissed Flav nasty mush mouth looking azz, so you get no respect.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is "Love Inc." and "Cutz" sucks azz.  Those shows are second only to Homeboys in Outer Space for awful Black sitcoms.  Holly Robinson-Peete can not act.  My five  year old niece can read a script better than her!  (Damn I'm a bitter bytch tonight...LOL)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grillz are disgusting.  I don't care how man diamonds are in them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know satin isn't in right now, but damn I love that fabric!  Fawk everyone who laughs at me when I rock my satin shirts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is it that muthasuckas up under you always think they can do it better than you.  Bytch if you could you would be where I'm at, so get in line!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can someone explain what the hell in "Immigrant Rights" when it pertains to illegal aliens?  You're fawkin illegal, you have no rights in this country.  Your rights are south of the border.  Also stop comparing your struggle to that of Blacks, it's no comparison.  NAACP, shut the fawk up on this issue and tend to your own fawked up house.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why isn't there major protest about the cost of gas?  Exxon is now the richest company in the world, surpassing Walmart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did creases in your pants go out of style and why didn't anyone tell me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proof died a very dishonerable death.  I don't feel sorry for him.  He was trying to take a life and got his own snatched.  I feel sorry for him children, knowing that their father died trying to kill a man.  I feel sorry for his mother and even his friends.  The man who killed him did so defending the life of his family and I hope he will not be charged because there is not one of us that wouldn't have done the same thing.  I hope they don't make a hero out of him because he aint one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary J. Blige irks the hell out of me.  Go away Mary!  Why is she digging up former drama with K-Ci?  No one cares Mary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My husband is an awesome back scratcher!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do most southern rappers look like they stank?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was going to add pictures, but I don't feel like it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&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/18100745-114498462899874508?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114498462899874508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114498462899874508&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114498462899874508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114498462899874508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/random-thought-in-my-head.html' title='Random Thought In My Head'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114471345692869193</id><published>2006-04-10T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T20:38:22.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nigga Puh-leeze!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/samuel_l_jackson.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/samuel_l_jackson.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had sworn off use of the "N" word. I said that it was an awful word intertwined with my ancestors blood, sweat, dreams and tears. It was a word that was banned in my house growing up and would get you slapped in the mouth so hard if you slipped up and said it. Since I swore off using it at the beginning of this year, I had a few slips of the tongue. I've called my son a "lazy niglet" or two (don't worry, he won't need psychological counseling, he actually thinks it's hilarious when I say it and I have to give him a straight ignant cussing out, I'm sure he can testify) and I've used it a couple of times when talking shyt with the girls, but each time I've regretted it afterwards. Well, I used it this weekend and I didn't regret it. I even curled my lips and squinted my eyes like Samuel L. Jackson when I said. Here's how it when down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/shaq.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/shaq.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother (my oldest brother is a full-time recovering crack addict) calls me and tells me he needs some shoes Saturday. I'm on his side of town, so I tell him when I get done doing what I'm doing I'll take him to Payless and pick him up a pair. He then states, "I don't want a cheap azz pair of shoes" . First I think to myself where did he get this attitude from, since I've taken his azz there many times to buy shoes before. I try to pacify him and I remind him that they carry the Shaq brand there. He states gain that he doesn't want the "cheap shoes". So I tell him that two weeks ago I took his son there and purchased him a pair and a pair of casual shoes to wear to his uncle funeral. My brother's response was "He's being forced to wear them, he doesn't have a choice. Why are you always buying us cheap shoes and your son goes to Foot Locker". That's when I gave him a big azz NIGGA PUH-LEEZE and hung up on him. He called meand tried to apologize, but too freakin late. I had made up in my mind I wasn't buying him SHYT. How in the hell are you going to compalin about somebody buying you something when they don't have to do shyt and how the hell are you going to complain about what I do for your child if you don't do shyt for him. I had about 15 nieces and nephews, more of them than not need something from me at any given time. I'm always buying shoes, coats, boats, clothes, etc for kids that aren't mine. I can't do for them on the same level that I do for mine. I'd be broke. One of my nieces is one step from foster care and another one of my brothers don't want me to spend time with her now unless I take ALL three of his daughters (all by different mothers). I refused, needless to say I haven't seen my niece in a year. I refuse to let their trifling azz dictate to me, but that a whole other NIGGA PUH-LEEZE subject.&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/18100745-114471345692869193?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114471345692869193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114471345692869193&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114471345692869193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114471345692869193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/nigga-puh-leeze.html' title='Nigga Puh-leeze!'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114424969888974213</id><published>2006-04-05T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T11:08:18.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Open Toe Shoe Pledge</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(No, I didn't write this, but I agree 110%!, Feel free to pass it along)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright Ladies, it's that time of the year again. Just a friendly reminder!! Please raise your big toes and repeat after me: (The Open Toed Shoe Pledge)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As a member of the Hot Girl Sisterhood, (I did add this in) I pledge to follow the Rules when I wear sandals and other open-toe shoes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I promise to always wear sandals that fit. My toes will not hang over and touch the ground, nor will my heels spill over the backs. And the sides and tops of my feet will not pudge out between the straps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will go polish-free or vow to keep the polish fresh, intact and chip-free. I will not cheat and just touch up my big toe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will sand down any mounds of skin before they turn hard and yellow. I will shave the hairs off my big toe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I won't wear pantyhose even if my misinformed girlfriend, coworker, mother, sister tells me the toe seam really will stay under my toes if I tuck it there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If a strap breaks, I won't duct-tape, pin, glue or tuck it back into place hoping it will stay put. I will get my shoe fixed or toss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will not live in corn denial; rather I will lean on my good friend Dr. Scholl's if my feet need him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will resist the urge to buy jelly shoes at Payless for the low, low price of $4.99 even if my feet are small enough to fit into the kids' sizes. This is out of concern for my safety, and the safety of others. No one can walk properly when standing in a pool of sweat and I would hate to take someone down with me as I fall and break my ankle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will take my toe ring off toward the end of the day if my toes swell and begin to look like Vienna sausages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I have been privy to the magic that is Foot Soup, I will share that knowledge and experience with the non-initiated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will be brutally honest with my girlfriend/sister/coworker when she asks me if her feet are too ugly to wear sandals. Someone has to tell her that her toes are as long as my fingers and no sandal makes creepy feet look good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will promise if I wear flip flops that I will ensure that they actually flip and flop, making the correct noise while walking and I will swear NOT to slide or drag my feet while wearing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will promise to go my local beauty school or Asian shop at least five times per season and have a real pedicure (they are about $10 and worth EVERY penny).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will promise to throw away any white/off-white sandals that show signs of wear...nothing is tackier than dirty white sandals... Don't keep this to yourself - pass it on to other sisters. &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/18100745-114424969888974213?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114424969888974213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114424969888974213&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114424969888974213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114424969888974213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/open-toe-shoe-pledge.html' title='The Open Toe Shoe Pledge'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114412007068975725</id><published>2006-04-03T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T23:07:50.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Toni?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="600" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1122228099jill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Toni&lt;/b&gt;. Woohu!! Youre a Toni. Damn grl you could shop all day long and still not be tired! Sometimes you go for the guys that can offer you things instead of going for the guys that you really care about and offer their heart out most to you. Nevertheless, youre still a great friend and would do anything for your girlfriends. You go grl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Toni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Joan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=49683"&gt;Which girlfriend are you?(from the hit tv show girlfriends)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-114412007068975725?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114412007068975725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114412007068975725&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114412007068975725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114412007068975725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-toni.html' title='I&apos;m Toni?'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114377624772299207</id><published>2006-03-30T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T07:08:21.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing The Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm talking about the game of life folks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last couple of years I decided to take a break from the fast pace world of "getting ahead". I've been so driven all my life to achieve this and acquire that I've never taken the time to chill and just enjoy what I have. I feel like I've been chasing things for so long that I'm just tired and I wanted to get out of the game and sit out a quarter or two.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't get me wrong, sometimes I want to pick that ball up and run with with. A lot of times I look at my house and think to myself, why aren't you living in something bigger? Girl, you know you can afford to move, why not? Why are you driving that kind of truck or car, you know you can get it? Why aren't you pursing that job, you know you can do it? Another one is "You know you need a degree in that too, just go on and get it" or "Just buy you one in every color, it's only money" the list goes on and on. I used to answer and follow the voices in my head (I know you like that Freaky) all the time. They would tell me to something and I would say yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At this point in my life I don't feel like I have to try as hard because things are not "out of reach" . I just wish that little voice in my head would SHUT UP!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I used to chase and obtain things for sport, but now I'm a little more thoughtful about it. I look at my quality of life and think how will obtaining these things add to my quality of life and what is it that I really want? What I want is financial security and not to work until I'm 110 years old. What I want is to see the world with me husband. I'm not talking bout little trips here and there, I want to do it big. I was see the Motherland, Go to the real Outback in Australia, take a train across Europe, feed the penquins at the North pole, eat a bowl of fish heads and rice in China (j/k about the fish heads), walk the path of Jesus in Isreal, bring home a handful of sand from arouund the pyramids in Egypt....y'all get the point. When I'm on my deathbed these are the memories I want to have, not what purse I had in 2006 or how I climbed the corporate ladder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What about you?  What do you really want?&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/18100745-114377624772299207?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114377624772299207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114377624772299207&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114377624772299207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114377624772299207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/playing-game.html' title='Playing The Game'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114359007882959490</id><published>2006-03-28T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T19:07:08.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>101 Things About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was finally moved to do this after reading Nics and Southern Gals.  I can’t believe that I got through this list so quickly.  I could do another one of these easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My sister, my daughter, and my birthday are all one week apart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was raised by my grandparents.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have 85 first cousins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I was a teenie bopper, I was highly infatuated with Michael Jackson.  The only time I beat my sister in a fight is when she tore down my posters.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to my New Edition tapes got me through some hard times growing up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I used to be in a loose knit girl gang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was a brawler.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had my last brawl at age 28.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I changed when I got pregnant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I grew up in a rough neighborhood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve seen two people get shot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve saw three dead bodies in my neighborhood growing up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got pregnant and gave birth to a baby by my first.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was in a physically abusive relationship when I was 16 and we were broken up before I turned 17.  I would rather die than be afraid of a man. I still don’t understand how older women stay with me who beat them when I could leave one when I was young and naïve.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m extremely picky when it comes to men.  How they treat me is the most important factor to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won’t be bothered with a jealous man or one that doesn’t handle his business (ALL BUSINESS).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve never had a problem finding a decent man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I was single for seven years it was by choice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve turned down four marriage proposals.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My husband and I are going on our 5th year of marriage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We’ve had less than 5 real arguments.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;None of our arguments have lasted over 5 minutes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We’ve never called each other a bad name or said anything to blatantly disrespectful or hurtful to each other.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My husband is 7 years younger than me, but he’s an old soul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We can read each other thoughts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We can discuss other people without saying a word.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m exceedingly judgmental, so if you don’t want my opinion, don’t ask or put it out there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate to be judged or criticized.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m my own worst critic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel old.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I purchased my first home when I was 19.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I used to own rental homes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The older I get, the more phobias I get&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fake nails gross me out now and I used to wear them all the time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They hold too much stuff down inside them.  I think of all the bacteria in them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate to see people in sandals or flip flops with dirty feet.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I constantly check mine to make sure they aren’t dirty…..LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won’t walk past a person if they sneeze.  I’ll turn around and go there other way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a loud laugh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m very moody.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I smile a lot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s hard for me to get angry and even harder for me to calm down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m a recovering shopaholic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t work on anyone’s computer at home no matter how much money they offer me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love my cat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want a small lap dog, but I don’t think Moe (my cat) will let me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to cook.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lasagna is my best dish (I think)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve never tasted true slave food (chitlins, pig feet, pig tails, pig ears, cow tongue, hog maws, mountain oysters, etc).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won’t even try sushi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruth’s Chris is my favorite restaurant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I eat my steaks medium.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wendy’s is my favorite fast food restaurant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to travel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have two trips booked to go to the Caribbean this year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think Southern rap will be the end of hip hop. (Don’t believe me? listen to anything by DL4)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TI, Luda,Young Buck, Trick Daddy and Outcast are the exceptions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate Young Jeezy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are no female singers out now that I’m digging, not even Mary J.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to buy a bigger house.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like being a home with nothing to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m never bored when I’m at home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy being home alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to move to Florida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love gardening.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate cold weather.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I used to believe I would have more children.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now that my kids are older, I don’t want anymore children.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think faster than I type and I type pretty fast.  That’s why I make so many typos because I leave out so many words.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I rarely tell my kids no.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel so blessed when it comes to my kids and husband.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see a lot of myself in both my kids.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t wear make-up to work everyday, only lip gloss.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t have time to put it on every morning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m addicted to weave.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve thought about getting locs, but something in me won’t let me do it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My natural hair isn’t permed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m struggling really hard with my weight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I used to be able to drop weight easily.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My children are my greatest accomplishment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe that you can achieve anything if you really believe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m a struggling Christian.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got married the first time for religious reasons.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe that Jesus was the son of Christ and I believe in him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some of the contradictions in the bible bother me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve never been in a church that felt 100% real to me.  They all have an air of something that’s just not right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gospel music touches something deep in my soul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some TV preachers scare me. I can’t watch them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been addicted to the internet for over 10 years.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve had the same main email address for 10 years.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have five email addresses that I check daily.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didn’t eat red meat for 7 years (the whole time I was single).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t do drama.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m neither Republican nor the Democrat; believe it or not there is not much difference between the two.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe that Ronald Reagan was the worst thing to happen to Black people since slavery.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t buy into that whole Bill Clinton was the first Black president crap.  I think Blacks give him too much credit, he never apologized for slavery did he?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think Bill was a good President, but not a good husband.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe in some conspiracy theories. (New Orleans levies blown up, crack purposely put in the Black community, Kennedy and MLK assassinations, AIDS being man made, The United States being run by secret societies)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a food fetish.  My cabinets have to stay stocked or I panic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve written many posts for my blog that I didn’t publish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have an anonymous blog out there somewhere that I’ll never disclose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-114359007882959490?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114359007882959490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114359007882959490&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114359007882959490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114359007882959490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/101-things-about-me.html' title='101 Things About Me'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114308571680663768</id><published>2006-03-22T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T23:17:51.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hump Day Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/whitecastle.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/whitecastle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I just had to have White Castle's for Dinner. I love those Jalepeno cheeseburgers. I ate three of them and now I have a severe case of the BGs (Bubble Guts). Those things are so good going down, but bad coming out. Why do they smell the same way coming out as they do going in? Something just aint right about these delicious little greasy burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/blondie%20mess.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/blondie%20mess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why I'm giving up clubbing. I snapped this picture last week while I was at Chucks Millionaires Club in Detroit celebrating my girl Skrawberry's birthday. I just can't take the past their prime hoodrats and then men who love them....LOL. Back in the day Chuck's used to be a place where a nice struggling girl could find a generous older "supporter", "booster", or "sponsor". It was a prime Suga Daddy spot, but now all you'll get there is a baby daddy. No thanks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a nice bar or lounge and I'm straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a meeting at my son's school for the track team, why did only THREE parents show up? There are 40+ kids on the team. I know some parents had to work , but damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to Rockford, IL this weekend. Is there anything fun to do there?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I did a little work on my blog roll.  I shortened the blog names so they're easier to read an find, I also removed some dead links.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Check out the new chat box.  I copied this from my buddy Mr. Deaky, that 's Mr. Freaky Deaky for y'all that don't know....LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger is still tripping a week later. Damn shame.&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/18100745-114308571680663768?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114308571680663768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114308571680663768&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114308571680663768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114308571680663768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/hump-day-review.html' title='The Hump Day Review'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114291216333137024</id><published>2006-03-20T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T15:22:07.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well HOT DAMN!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I haven't really been able to post in almost week. I also couldn't post comments on other blogs. I was totally jacked up. Now I work with servers, if I let a server stay down as long as the Blogger server was down I would be fired. Google makes too damn much money for this shyt! I mean I know I aint paying for this blog, but damn the disrespect. EVERYBODY else blog working but mine, humph! I've had so much to talk about, but it all escapes me now.....LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enough of my bytchin. Check out a couple of pics from my boy G's party a couple of weeks ago. I think I'm getting old because I don't enjoy partying as nearly as much as I did in my 20s. I'd rather belly up to a bar in the neighborhood, sip cosmos, and talk shyt with the locals. Clubbing actually bores me. I think it's because I've had a freakin ball, times that can't be duplicated, it's a different world now. Anhwho on to the picutes. I'll post more later (I know I always say that, but this time it really wasn't my fault, blame blogger.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/IMG_3064%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/IMG_3064%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; This is the crew and me chilling with Pittsburgh Steeler (and former Detroit LIons)quarterback Charlie Batch. Yeah we konw we look hot and greasy in this pictures, but in our defense it was 200 degrees in that place!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charlie Batch is such a nice guy and a cutie too. Shoot, if it was 10 years ago, I might be making a different post about Charlie *wink*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/IMG_3067%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/IMG_3067%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to give Tee her own picture since she was blocked out of the other one. Tee is so darn funny. Whenever we're out a we meet a cutie pie celebrity, she's the first one to snuggle in and get comfortable. I should start an internet rumor and say this is a picture of Charlie Batch and his wife....LOL. They do make a cute couple, don't y'all think so?&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/18100745-114291216333137024?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114291216333137024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114291216333137024&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114291216333137024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114291216333137024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-hot-damn.html' title='Well HOT DAMN!!!!'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114291289195332541</id><published>2006-03-20T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T22:49:22.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Dre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just wanted to send out a big congratulations to my son Dre and his 3 teammates for coming in 3rd Place in the statewide indoor track finals in the 4X2. My boy ran a 22!!!!!!!! Outdoor starts this week and we're off to a good start. Let's cross our fingers for a scholarship.&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/18100745-114291289195332541?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114291289195332541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114291289195332541&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114291289195332541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114291289195332541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/congratulations-dre.html' title='Congratulations Dre!'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114256726881165064</id><published>2006-03-16T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T22:40:51.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daughter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*****UPDATE****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;I have my camera back finally!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can mother get her camera or her pictures? I really need them!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Sorry blogland, but she was supposed to have them to me MONDAY!!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-114256726881165064?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114256726881165064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114256726881165064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114256726881165064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114256726881165064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/daughter.html' title='Daughter!'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114254050374887818</id><published>2006-03-16T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T15:21:43.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!  FINALLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;My blog has been down for over 24 hours.  Darn Blogger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now read the post below....LOL.&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/18100745-114254050374887818?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114254050374887818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114254050374887818&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114254050374887818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114254050374887818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/whew-finally.html' title='Whew!  FINALLY'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114239601490081645</id><published>2006-03-14T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T15:25:57.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What About Your Friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I was in my twenties I was very particular about meeting new female friends. I had been burned so much by other females when I was in my late teens/ early twenties that I had pretty much given up on women as friends all together, perhaps I'll tell the stories one day. Most of my friends in my twenties were males or my family. I did manage to meet two women that I consider my best friends, even my sisters during my twenties, but I definitely didn't take to them too quickly. I happened to work with them for six years and the friendships built gradually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the last few years I've been open and even persued friendships with females. Most of the recent (last five years) friendships have been successful because I've learned to follow some rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my rules for picking friends/associates or whatever people want to call them.&lt;br /&gt;1. Are they close to their families? Does their mother like them?&lt;br /&gt;2. Do they have female friends already?&lt;br /&gt;3. Do we have similar goals and ideology? Diversity is great, but you have to have something in common.&lt;br /&gt;4. Are they clingy? (This is a very important one for me)&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't speak on their man. Unless that man is beating the shyt out of them my lips are sealed unless of course they ask me. Now if you ask I'm more than willing to give my two cents....LOL. I really don't care if they listen or not, I just like sharing my opinion. When you start caring you're asking for trouble. I can't get caught up in anyone's business but my own.&lt;br /&gt;(It's funny, I'm not like that with my male friends. I'll give them my two dollars worth on their females...LOL. They don't take it like women.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my rules for keeping them.&lt;br /&gt;1. Mind my own business. It's ok to discuss each others problems and challenges (believe me I will give my two cents), but once a person has made up their minds. I let them be at peace with their decision even if it's not the decision I would have made.&lt;br /&gt;2. Let that person be themselves. The worst thing is to be around a person and feel like you can't be yourself. You do you and I'll do me.&lt;br /&gt;3. Be the friend that I want them to be to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three are pretty much all you need. If you go pass that, shyt just gets complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've made bad choices before in picking "friends". One in particular was a disaster. Everyone hated this particular girl and I always root for the underdog. Although this girl was annoying as fukk I tried being friendly with her and to make a long story short I got sucked in. She ended up moving to out of state, but later made a play for my husband, which he told me about (perhaps I'll tell this story another time, it really bores me now). My MIL met her once and instantly hated her. She couldn't wait to tell me "I told you so". That was the end of my picking up "strays", never again. Maybe I should let my MIL meet all my friends and let her give them her stamp of approval.....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black women have a history of not being able to get along  and being true friends to each other. I think that we can change that perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you requirement for friendships?&lt;br /&gt;What type of boundaries do you have with your friends?&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/18100745-114239601490081645?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114239601490081645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114239601490081645&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114239601490081645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114239601490081645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-about-your-friends.html' title='What About Your Friends?'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114239342079065012</id><published>2006-03-14T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T22:30:20.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Of The Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Blog of the week goes to (drumroll....)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mchammer.blogspot.com/"&gt;MC Hammer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's actually MC Hammer himself blogging.  He's talking about pretty much the same stuff that most bloggers blog about life, family, work, etc.  He also post pictures of his travels and family.  It's pretty cool.  If you know of any "real" celebrity blogs let me know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-114239342079065012?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114239342079065012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114239342079065012&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114239342079065012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114239342079065012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-of-week.html' title='Blog Of The Week'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114195899245329303</id><published>2006-03-08T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T21:49:53.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The RIP Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gordon Parks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;1912 - 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/gordon.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/gordon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This past week the African American Community lost a great man, Gordon Parks. I had heard Gordon Parks here and there growing up, but I stumbled upon his greatness by accident. I was dating this guy who lived out of town. He came to town one weekend and I was trying to impress him by showing culture. I decided to take him to the Detroit Institute of Arts because I had read about the Gordon Parks exhibit. I'm an art lover, but not an expert. I buy whatever I like and I can only interpet the meaning to me. One day, I'll post some of my favorite pieces. I know, I'm always promising shat....LOL. I have lots of art throught my house and even more in the basement, my love of art gives me my culture, because my musical tastes are in the gutter. Any who, back to Gordon. His photos BLEW me away! Very riveting and thought provoking. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's a short bio on Gordon Parks that doesn't do him justice:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Gordon Parks (Nov. 30, 1912- March 7, 2006) was a photographer, writer, film director, composer, and musician. His works document the 20th century and have been seen by millions of people around the world. Parks was the youngest of 15 children, born to impoverished parents in &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.enchantedlearning.com/usa/statesbw/kansas.shtml" target="_top"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kansas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Parks was the first African-American photographer to work at Life magazine and Vogue magazine. He wrote 12 books, produced many documentaries and Hollywood films (including Shaft), produced, directed, and scored a major Hollywood film (The Learning Tree, 1960), wrote a ballet about Martin Luther King (called Martin), and composed other music (including a symphony, a concerto, blues and other popular songs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This one was called American Gothic. Taken in 1944.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/americangothic.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/americangothic.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ali, of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/ali.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/ali.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is Mr Parks on a visit to Detroit Cass Tech High in 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/cass.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/cass.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Parks Celebrating his 90th birthday with fellow photographers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/gp.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/gp.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Parks directing Shaft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/shaft.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/shaft.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do youself a favor and learn more about about Gordon Parks and his work. I already have his memoirs on the way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check him out on &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gordon_Parks"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check out the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gordonparkscenter.org/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gordon Parks Center&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check out his &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pdngallery.com/legends/parks/mainframeset.shtml"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;photography&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was going to make a small post about one of the greatest rappers of all time Mr. Christopher Wallace, but someone it didn't seem right on the same post as Mr. Parks.  Biggie a life cut too short and Mr. Parks a long productive life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-114195899245329303?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114195899245329303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114195899245329303&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114195899245329303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114195899245329303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/rip-post.html' title='The RIP Post'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114170210697586178</id><published>2006-03-06T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T22:57:12.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hodge Podge</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;This post is hodge podge and it makes no sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;I know I'm supposed to post pictures of my Florida trip, but there's once problem.  I don't know where the hell my camera is!  It's lost in my house.  I told y'all I need a housekeeper!  My girl Raven and I are going on operation Consuela this weekend.  I'm determined to find the missing link in my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;I've had a headache all day because somebody at work decided to wear some STANKIN azz musk like cologne or perfume.  I don't know who it was, but I was on the hunt for their stankin azz.  Why do people feel the need to bath in perfume or cologne at work?  The shyt is unprofessional and rude.  There are people in this world that are allergic or asthmatic, we can't handle it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Why do senior citizens insist on shopping at night?  They have from 9 to 5 to do whatever the fukk they want to do.  Can we working stiffs have the store to ourself from 5 to 8?  If I was retired there is no way I would want to deal with traffic and shyt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Why do people wear dirty contacts?  Walking around looking like they have a severe case of hepatitis.  I really hate to see it with color contacts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;3 6 Mafia scares me.  I really believe they are devil worshipers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Why are there so many non-believers now days?  I respect everyones right to choose, but growing up I didn't know any Blacks that weren't Christians or Muslim.  Now you see us dabbling in everything or nothing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Why don't online dating work for Black folks?   Everyone Black person  I know that seriously tried it including myself got played.  White folks meet their soulmates online then get married and live happily ever after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Will I ever love exercising?  How long does it take?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;I really believe my cat would eat me if he could.  It's the strange way he looks at me sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;The ABC's Of Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;ccent: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;I have a distingishable midwest twang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Bra size : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;40D (The hormones are making the twins grow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Chore I hate: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;I hate the ALL!!!!  Consuela where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Dad's name: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Lenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Essential make-up: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Prescriptives Lip Gloss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Favorite perfum: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;I don’t’ wear it.  I’m allergic.  I do like The Body Shop products though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Gold or Silver: Platinum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Hometown: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;The Motor City, The “D”, Detroit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Insomnia: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Yes, on and off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Job Title: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;CIO (Chief Information Officer) – One day y’all wait and see!  It’ll be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Kids: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Daughter, 19 a freshman in college that don’t have time for her mother.  Son, 16 that has too much time for his mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Living Arrangement: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Mom's Birthplace:      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Detroit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Number of Sexual Partners: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;It all depends on your definition of sexual.  Does it include the Clinton definition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Overnight Hospital Stays: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Yes and hopefully never again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Phobia: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;SNAKES!  I can’t even look at snakeskin shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Quote: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;“What The Fuck” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Religion:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Christianity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Siblings: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;1 Whole Sister, 2 whole Brothers, 2 half sisters, 2 half brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Two I'm tagging: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Err’body that reads this that haven’t done it yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Unnatural hair colors I've worn: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;RED!  My Black azz was wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Vegetable I refuse to eat: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Asparagus – I don’t know why, it just doesn’t look appealing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Worst habit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Impulse buying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;X-rays: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;A couple of months ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Yummy foods: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Too many to name and that’s the problem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Zodiac sign: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Aquarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-114170210697586178?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114170210697586178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114170210697586178&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114170210697586178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114170210697586178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/hodge-podge.html' title='Hodge Podge'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114118289152002540</id><published>2006-02-28T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T22:14:51.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DANG IT!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;forgot more stuff!  I forgot two pairs of my pants dammit!!!!!  I wish I was making this up, but I'm not.  I had to drag my friend Boogar with me to TJ Max so I could get some pants to wear to work tomorrow.  I hope I like them because I was kinda tipsy when I picked them out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I took pictures today, but I'm dog ass tired so I'll post them tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I really like it here and I might think about moving here one day.  For all my single folks and married, but mobile I would really consider looking into Tampa if I were y'all.  It's nice.  I wouldn't be suprised if one day I became the Sunshine State Hot Girl......&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/18100745-114118289152002540?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114118289152002540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114118289152002540&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114118289152002540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114118289152002540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/dang-it.html' title='DANG IT!!!!!'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114109936427624896</id><published>2006-02-27T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:05:34.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings From The Tampa Bay Area</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's up y'all?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm working in Florida all week. Right now I'm tired as hell, but I thought I would holla. I just got in from shopping and dinner. I actually purchased two pair of gym shoes. I NEVER buy gym shoes, because I'd rather spend my money on cute shoes or boots. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One thing that I want to do for my Floridian sistahs is to wash all that damn gel out of their hair. (I don't know where this came from....LOL)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anywho, I half azzed packed. I didn't pack until 7:00am Sunday morning and my plane left at 10:00am. Here's a list of the things I forgot:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toothbrush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toothpaste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trouser socks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flat Irons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lip liner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mac Studio Fix&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Short waist jean jacket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blazer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate Brown mules&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even though I forgot all this stuff, how is that I still have two suitcases? I'm always a HAM going through the airport. I have two rolling suitcases, my big azz rolling laptop bag, a carry on bag stuffed so tight I can put my purse in it and my purse. I really need to learn how to downsize when I travel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My best friend called me "Captain Save A Ho" today. I'll post why on my next post or two, those who know me know why she called me that. I have a few post in the can, I just need to add pictures. I think my writers block is finally gone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.  Why the fukk is it so cold here?  I know it's only 19 degrees in Detroit, but can it at least break 70 degrees?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOLLA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&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/18100745-114109936427624896?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114109936427624896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114109936427624896&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114109936427624896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114109936427624896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/greetings-from-tampa-bay-area.html' title='Greetings From The Tampa Bay Area'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114098677069789066</id><published>2006-02-26T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T15:46:18.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flavor of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Can someone give a sister a play by play of what happened today. This damn hotel I'm staying in doesn't have VH1! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;I need my flavor fix!!!!!!!!!!!&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/18100745-114098677069789066?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114098677069789066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114098677069789066&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114098677069789066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114098677069789066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/flavor-of-love.html' title='Flavor of Love'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114075172279310303</id><published>2006-02-23T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T22:28:42.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fukk You Blogger!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I typed a long ass post and it didn"t show up.  I'm shitty and I'm going to bed!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-114075172279310303?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114075172279310303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114075172279310303&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114075172279310303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114075172279310303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/fukk-you-blogger.html' title='Fukk You Blogger!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114049259905162196</id><published>2006-02-20T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T22:31:15.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Housework Sucks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/washing.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/washing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Today I really felt my ancestors pain. I felt like I was back on the plantation. I washed, folded, and put away SIXTEEN loads of clothes and there are still more to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking. How in the hell did she end up with so much laundry. Well, I never caught up since I had my surgery AND my dryer died last month and I had to get a new one. Also in my defense we use a lot of clothes in this house. Everyday in this house is a full load or more of clothes. I change clothes no less than three times a day. Work clothes, chill clothes, PJs. If it's a gym day then I have by gym clothes as well. My son has his school clothes, gym clothes, and chill clothes. My husband is the only person in this house that wears the same clothes all day long. Now that I've explained myself let me go back to how much I actually hate it....LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the first to say that I have TOO many clothes. I don't wear 80% of what I own because they are either too small, too big, summer, spring, I'm tired of wearing them, no matching shoes or boots, or waiting for the perfect occasion. My clothes occupy my closet, half my son's, and now I'm working on my daughters since she's away at college. They are also taking space up in half the storage room. I'm digressing because this post is about my disdain for housework and not my clothing issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lucky to have a laundry room that is away from the main areas of the house. Lawd have mercy if company comes over and sees it....LOL. Well if they came today it woujldn't be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/scrubbing.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/scrubbing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Washing isn't the only chore that I hate. I hate cleaning more! Growing up I did not have chores. My grandmother cleaned everything for me including my room. This continue until I moved out. Once I was on my own my ex-husband cleaned. When we split my mother ame to live with me and she did all the housework. Once my mom got too sick to help my cousin Puddin helped me out and my kids were old enought to start helping out. Well, once I moved in with my current husband, all that changed! He doesn't clean at all and actually he doesn't really know how. This is surprising because his mom's house is so clean you can literally eat off the floors. I have a strong fear of roaches and mice so therefore I clean. I'm from the hood and you know we have the belief that if you don't clean then they'll magically appear. Sometimes I wish I had an obsessive compulsive disorder that made me enjoy cleaning, just like sometimes I wish I was bulemic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/toilet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will purchase anything that I think will make my cleaning easier. Swiffers, toilets wands, four different types of brooms, three different types of mops, sharks, vacuums, and a plethora of cleaning products. You name it, I have it. Regardless of all this I stil have to use good old elbow grease! My daughter used to tease me about me having to clean the kitchen once she left. Everytime I load the dishwasher I curse her...LOL. I love to cook, but I don't much anymore because I don't want to clean the kitchen afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/maid.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/maid.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For quite a while I've been thinking about hiring some help. I hear in NYC you can got to a corner and pick up an illegal immigrant to clean your house from top to bottom for $20! Shoot for that much Consuela azz could live with me. I wonder if there is such a place in Detroit. If you know of one holla at your girl! Life is too short to be scrubbing toilets and washing clothes. I have too much other shyt to do&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/18100745-114049259905162196?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114049259905162196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114049259905162196&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114049259905162196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114049259905162196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/housework-sucks.html' title='Housework Sucks!'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114039453767876616</id><published>2006-02-19T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T19:15:37.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Addicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/lays-dill-pickle.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/lays-dill-pickle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Frito Lays Dill Pickle flavor potato chips.   This addiction isn't helping my diet and exercise program.  I'd rather eat these than a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just thought I'd share!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-114039453767876616?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114039453767876616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114039453767876616&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114039453767876616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114039453767876616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-addicted.html' title='I&apos;m Addicted'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114031602174819877</id><published>2006-02-18T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T21:31:32.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Of My Favorite Bloggers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As promised I'm delivering more of my favorite bloggers. This is by no means a complete list. I think after this I'm going to do like a blog of the week or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thoughtsofablacksoutherngal.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Southern Gal &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- She's been my cyber sistah for years now. She probably knows as much about me as anybody. Her blog is tight. One day you might get celebrity pictures, the next day she might be talking about racial issues, and the next she might be talking relationship issues, and if we're lucky we get to see pictures of her my nephew Omari. He's such a cutie. If you visit her blog ask her a question about music or a movie, I guarantee that she'll know the answer...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dalreport.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheDalReport&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - He's been my cyber Big Brutha Dal Almighty for years not too. Dal is a men's style and fashion expert. This brutha also knows his music. He's been trying to get me to listen to smooth jazz, but y'all know I aint having it. His blog is very well done and there's a ton of advice and info on it.. I just want him to remove that moderator options on his post...LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://takeitoutsidebitch.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take It Outside Beyoutch!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - She is hysterical! Warning don't drink or eat while reading this blog or you will more than likely spit shyt on your monitor or choke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ctrese21.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LaaLaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - Now y'all know I'm partial to people from the D! I like LaaLaa cause you can tell from her post that she's a genuine sweet person. I also like the variety that she has on her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pleased2meetu.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na$$ty Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - I'm not really into the erotic blogs and such, but hers is different. Na$$ty girl is a lady of the evening. She tells the tale of her erotic encounters. One that sticks out in my mind is her getting down with a morbidly obese dude. The way she described his wide tongue just made me want to puke. Her writings just get better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is enough for tonight, but I have many more. I'll post at least a blog a week. I'm always on the hunt for new and intersting blogs.&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/18100745-114031602174819877?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114031602174819877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114031602174819877&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114031602174819877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114031602174819877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-of-my-favorite-bloggers.html' title='More Of My Favorite Bloggers'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-114005580413457809</id><published>2006-02-15T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T21:10:11.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Crackin Y'all?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know I've been slacking on my blog something major, but I'm going to try and do better.  My post are so depressing,  actually the suck azz lately.  Sometimes I wish I could be more like some of my favorite bloggers.  Let's talk about them for a minute in no particular order.  I'll post favorites tomorrow too, so don't get made at me if you don't see your name today, cause you know I luv you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's start out with the Supa Sisters.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://supasister.blogspot.com//"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Supa Sister Jamal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; is so fabulous it hurts!  I can't even find the words to describe how fabulous she is so you have to check her out yourself.  Did I mention that she's an accomplished &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0595130755/qid=1133925746/sr=8-1/ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i1_xgl14/002-3641898-1582456?n=507846&amp;s=books&amp;amp;v=glance"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;author&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hapee2bnapee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Supa Sister Mwabi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; has change my whole thought pattern about my sistahs from the motherland.  I don't comment on her blog as much as I should but I read it EVERY day and my day isn't complete unless I do.  She's an aspiring author as well so my sure you check out her other &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mwabikairamurdock.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.  She's so awesome.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.superstarnic23.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Superstar Nic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; makes everyone feel like her best friend.  Seriously reading Nic's blog gives you the feeling of talking to your good friend on the phone.  Everybody loves Nic and her post are so darn consistent....LOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://antisocialvoices.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freaky Deaky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; is from my hometown #1.  He comes up with some crazy topics that have me CTFU, cursing, or thinking.  He's a dude on some different shyt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://keepitfunky.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; keeps it funky!  I've been on a pop culture break , but Jackie has been holding it down and she holds it well.  She's funny as hell too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://insanelysane2112.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insanelysane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!  She keeps it real!!!  Her honesty is fascinating.  She's also from one of my favorite cities Chicago!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comingouthardandboutit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms. Georgie Peach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; straight from the ATL.  I think she's weird in a good way.  You can always count on her for a laugh or at least a smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to run, but I'll finish my list tomorrow!  There are many more to come.  I have so many favorites.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&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/18100745-114005580413457809?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114005580413457809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=114005580413457809&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114005580413457809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/114005580413457809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/whats-crackin-yall.html' title='What&apos;s Crackin Y&apos;all?'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113991945767778183</id><published>2006-02-14T07:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T07:17:37.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/IMG_2520.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday 19th Birthday Pumpkin!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mom Loves You Very Much and I hope You Have A Wonderful Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&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/18100745-113991945767778183?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113991945767778183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113991945767778183&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113991945767778183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113991945767778183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday-pumpkin.html' title='Happy Birthday Pumpkin'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113962230275296406</id><published>2006-02-10T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T20:45:02.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Crazy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No seriously are  you crazy?  The older I get the more I realize that everyone is a little crazy or is that like being a little pregnant?  I'll put it like this, everyone has issues and baggage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's talk about mental health tonight.  Mental health is something that Black folks don't like to talk about or deal with.  In a lot of our minds mental issues = a weak person.  Well, I'm here to tell you that that is not the case.  I've always considered myself a rock and I've always thought there wasn't much I couldn't handle.  I also thought that whatever was bothering  me I could get pass it with time, but with a few things that wasn't the case.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking back over my life I've always suffered from &lt;a href="http://www.adaa.org/GettingHelp/AnxietyDisorders/GAD.asp"&gt;Generalized Anxiety &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.adaa.org/GettingHelp/AnxietyDisorders/Panicattack.asp"&gt;Panic Attacks&lt;/a&gt;.  I even think I have a touch of &lt;a href="http://www.adaa.org/GettingHelp/AnxietyDisorders/PTSD.asp"&gt;Post Traumatic Stress Disorder&lt;/a&gt;, lawd knows I've been through enough to be afflicted.  I've spoken about my panic attacks and anxiety before, those that read frequently know what I went through before I had my surgery. After a really bad panic attack a couple years ago I decided to seek help for my anxiety.  I got tired of always feeling like my stomach was in a knot and feeling on edge.  My therapist was wonderful.  She helped me work through a lot of issues and taught me more or less how to control  my anxiety and panic attacks. I tried various daily medications, but I didn't like the way the meds made me feel, which is like a Zombie.  I don't take daily medication now, I only treat the symptoms of my panic attack.  I use relaxation and situation assessment techniquest.  Generalized anxiety is spreading quicker than the projected bird flu.  I've had two friends this week to suffer from symptoms of anxiety and seek medical attention. I had a few friends that questioned my decision to seek professional help, but I knew that I couldn't go on without help.  I also cut back on my caffiene.  I really miss my daily crackacino from Starbucks, but I digress.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, with my anxiety and panic attacks under control, who knew another mood disorder would pop up in my life, &lt;a href="http://www.nimh.nih.gov/publicat/depression.cfm#ptdep1"&gt;Depression&lt;/a&gt;.  I've been trying to fight it and pretend that it's not really happening to me.  I'm trying to say that I'm just in a slump and I'll feel better soon, but I'm not.  I feel like shyt!  NOTHING excites me and nothing is interesting.  What's exciting to me is sitting on my couch staring at the TV like a zombie.  For a minute I enjoyed blogging, but not anymore as you guys can see by my half azz posts.  I'm forcing myself to go to the gym and excercise because I'm afraid that if I don't someone will harpoon my azz soon.  Hopefully the lost of a real appetite that I've been experiencing lately will help, one meal a day does me fine now.  I used to be a three square and three snacks per day person.  I've had anti-depression medication since December, I tried it, but it made me sick.  They lowered my dose, but I haven't tried it again.  The last time I took a psychiatric drug I gained 50lbs, but this one is actually supposed to make you lose weight along with the depression. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know why I'm depressed because I have a very blessed and a very good life.  I'm going to start on the meds this weekend.  Hopefully it helps along with the exercise.  Something has to give.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&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/18100745-113962230275296406?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113962230275296406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113962230275296406&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113962230275296406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113962230275296406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/are-you-crazy.html' title='Are You Crazy?'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113927842758215340</id><published>2006-02-06T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T21:15:41.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Super Bowl Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been quite the awful blogger lately but I have a lot going on in my life right now which I hate. I like to live the simple quiet life and it's just not working that way for a sistah right this minute. Enough of that mushy shyt, let's get to the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My city Detroit got it's shine on people. We did it REAL big!!!! I know I live in the 'burbs, but I'm still a Detroiter. I lived there for 30 years and up until 6 months ago I was still paying taxes there. I was real proud about the way we laid it out for Super Bowl XL. Now if we can just keep that momentum going we'll be the SHYT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to see LL Cool J because his concert turned out to be Saturday so I opted to party with Kid Capri instead and I was disappointed. Speaking of disappointed I went to my company's Super Bowl party instead and it was just too damn crowded! Back to Saturday, Kid Capri did the damn thing and I had a ball. It was his birthday so you know he rocked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/100_0055%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/100_0055%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Trey Songz was in the house. That's my girl Raven, Me, and Trey. He was very nice and stood still for at least three minutes while my husband took the picture. He's a cutie too with his skinny self. I heard it was football players in the house, but I wouldn't konw them without their uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go to a party yesterday, but my truck was in a wreck and my husband had homework to do so we just chilled and it was really nice. The house was empty and it felt really good to spend some one on one time with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my birthday so wish me one in case I can't post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLLA!&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/18100745-113927842758215340?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113927842758215340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113927842758215340&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113927842758215340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113927842758215340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/post-super-bowl-update.html' title='Post Super Bowl Update'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113884634591853689</id><published>2006-02-01T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T21:22:05.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl XL  All The Way Live Baby!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know I was supposed to make this post a week ago, but I've been very busy. Busy trying to get well, working out, being a moody bytch (artificial hormones will make you commit murder) and just straight up on the grind. I have about ten other things I'm supposed to be doing right now, but hey I miss Blogland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody and their mama is having a party in Detroit this weekend. You name it and they'll be here. I'm sorry, but I can't pay hundreds of dollars to catch a glimpse of a celebrity. So here are my economical, but fantastic choices for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/LL%20cool%20J.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/LL%20cool%20J.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"TheyJingling Baby, Go Head Baby"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get my head sprung with the one and only LL Cool J. He's putting on a concert at the Fine Arts Theater in Downtown Detroit. The tickets are only $50 and $100 VIP. I'll be copping those general admission tickets. The theater is small and it won't make a difference. LL always puts on a hellavu show so it show be off the hook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it fascinating that it cost half as much to see a celebrity in concert as it does to party with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Saturday Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Kid%20Capri.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Kid%20Capri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am probably Kid Capri's biggest fan. When I heard he was in town there was NO DOUBT where I was going to be. He puts it down like no other DJ on earth. I can't wait to party hard! I've never partied with him in an open party in Detroit. I hope the D is ready because he is going to rock it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The party is at the New Detroit Science Center and the general admission  are $50 and the VIP are $100. Once again your girl is paying the $50. To party with me get your tickets and furhter information at &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blakeandbobby.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.blakeandbobby.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Try this link to purchase your &lt;a href="https://secure.ticketannex.com/wt4/wc.dll?webtix~ShowTheDates~The%20Motor%20City%20Players%20Party"&gt;tickets&lt;/a&gt; the one on the site doesn't work purchase tickets.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sunday if my azz can get out of bed. I will be hitting two parties. I left the info on my desk so I'll post it tomorrow. One is a $10 party with drink specials and food. There other is a private house party. I have a feeling that I won't make it out of bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got my zillions in and my unibrow tweezed. Your girl is ready to party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Holla!&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/18100745-113884634591853689?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113884634591853689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113884634591853689&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113884634591853689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113884634591853689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/super-bowl-xl-all-way-live-baby.html' title='Super Bowl XL  All The Way Live Baby!!!!'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113875836515244693</id><published>2006-01-31T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T20:46:05.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Coretta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/coretta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/400/coretta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs. Coretta Scott King&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;April 27, 1927 - January 31, 2006.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. King passed away from terminal ovarian cancer.  I know far too many sistahs that have died from ovarian cancer including two in my own family.  Any literature you find on it will tell you that Black women have a lower risk.  DO NOT believe that sistahs!  Demand the blood test for it during your yearly pap smear.  Once you have symptoms it's almost always terminal.  One more thing, why don't Sistah's admit it when they have Ovarian cancer?  Is it shameful?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They don't make women like Coretta anymore, especially BLACK women like her.  She was in a class all by herself.  I'm really getting dismayed with my people.  I read Dick Gregory's autobiography this weekend called "Nigger".  It was astonishing.  Back then people like Dick and Coretta had fire in their belly and purpose.  We don't have people in our midst like them anymore.  We think because we have a degree hanging on wall and a  Cadillac in the driveway we've made it NOT!  Racism is alive and well, but no one cares.  All we care about what celebrity is screwing who, who 50 is beefing with, the latest Jordans, getting our drink on, aquiring more debt.  I'm talking about myself too so don't get it twisted.  I make myself sick sometimes and ya'll make me sick too!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holla!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113875836515244693?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113875836515244693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113875836515244693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113875836515244693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113875836515244693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/01/thank-you-coretta.html' title='Thank You Coretta!'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113833210289471932</id><published>2006-01-26T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T22:21:43.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Detroit STAND UP!  It's Party Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really haven't been in the party mood lately. Between having major surgery and coming down with the head cold from hell I've been physically a mess. Last night while driving my son home from driver's training they were advertising Super Bowl parties on the radio and my son asked me which one was I going to. I told him that I wasn't really planning on going to any and he told me I was "crazy" for not going out. Instead of smacking the taste out of his mouth I decided the boy had a point. I'm going to get my party on. Let's take a look at the choice shall we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Diddy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Diddy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Diddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diddy Is Running This City!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is not just throwing one party. He's throwing THREE! Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. For just a mere $28,000 you can preserve your sexy all three nights in VIP. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I really can't think of what you can give me to make me pay that kind of money to kick it with you. Diddy done lost his damn mind, but I bet the place and VIP will be packed all three nights. Some of the performers are Young Jeezy and Bun B. The club used to be one of my favorite after work spots. It's kinda tight in there so I don't quite know how they are going to pull it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have a co-worker who happens to be white who purchased the $100 general admission tickets. We have dubbed him "Chuck Fiddy". I'm going to pass on Diddy, although I would like to win a mink or two!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/magic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/magic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's The Magic Man!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magic Johnson returns home to Michigan to host his own bash. I don't have a copy, but here's the info:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lincoln Presents: A Legendary Night: Magic Johnson is throwing this party along with Robert Porcher and Darryl B. Hazel. 7 p.m. Feb. 1 at Charles H. Wright Museum of African American History, 315 E. Warren Ave., Detroit. $200 (includes a catered dinner from Sweet Georgia Brown and Seldom Blues and membership to the museum).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This party is definitely worth the money. First of all it benefits charity. Dinner at each one of these restaruants can easily run you $100 and you get a museum membership. It's on the 1st which is work night, won't work for me. Moving on....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop the presses! Magic is having more than one party. Here is the info on the other one:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magic Johnson VIP party: The Coming Home Event: 8 p.m. Feb. 3 at Posh Nightclub, 22061 Woodward Ave., Ferndale. $125-$225 available through Ticketmaster. Call (248) 541-7674 or (248) 645-6666.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/TO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" height="293" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/TO.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Hang With Your Boy TO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(Not!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Let me state for the record I love me some TO! But when it come to this party he's of his damn mind. Let's check out the particulars:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terrell Owens Super Bowl Party: The former Philadelphia Eagles receiver willbe partying in Detroit. 8 p.m. Feb. 4 at Envy, 234 E. Larned St. Tickets:$50 tent; $100 tent and the first floor; $200 for VIP access, which gets you into the tent and on the first and second floors; $500 will get you into every section of the club.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First of all it's COLD as hell here and aint no damn way I'm paying $5 to stand in a damn tent, let alone $50. The first floor of this club is smaller than my two car garage, so that's not happening either. For $500, TO would have to give me a "happy ending" (yeah, I'm still stuck on it). Once again moving on.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Bishop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Bishop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;We're having CHURCH&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yeah right)&lt;/span&gt;! Bishop Don Juan is in town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's the lowdown on his party:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Real Playaz Ball: Hosted by the infamous "Bishop Don Juan" of Chicago. Prizes will be awarded to the "Playa of the Year" and "Freak of the Year." 8 p.m. Feb. 5 at Posh Nightclub, 22061 Woodward Ave., Ferndale. $125-$225 available through Ticketmaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You won't find me at this party either. Good luck finding a Freak of the Year here in Detroit. It's too many to choose from with all these hoodrats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You know where the Bishop so is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Snoop.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Snoop.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snoop Doggy Dog!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'll just give you the cliff notes on Snoop's festivities. One is a outdoor concert that you have to win tickets too from the radio station. Hell Nawl I'm not standing outside and I'll be damn if I try to call a freaking radio station for tickets. The last time I did that I was trying to get tickets to see Michael Jackson. I dialed for a week street, barely slept or ate. I was scared to go pee! Do you think I won some tickets? HELL NO! But I'm not bitter. Back to the topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Snoop is also having a Little League All Star football game. Passing on that as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm getting sleepy so let's wrap this up........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/em.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/em.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Breaking News!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eminem AKA Slim Shady has opened his party up to the public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy news for local fans of Eminem’s Shady Records: The label has opted to sell public tickets for its State Theatre concert, a Feb. 4 event expected to be among the city’s hottest Super Bowl weekend shindigs.Tickets are $30-$100 and go on sale at 10 a.m. Friday through Ticketmaster (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ticketmaster.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;www.ticketmaster.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; or 248-645-6666).The hip-hop soiree, slyly dubbed the “Shady Bowl Super Party” to sidestep NFL trademark enforcers, is scheduled to feature live sets by Shady artists Obie Trice, Stat Quo and Bobby Clearwater, with New York veteran Biz Markie on DJ duty for the night.Organizers have not confirmed an Eminem performance, though the Detroit rapper is expected to be at the State for at least part of the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I won't be at this party either. This is my daughter's hang out spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Some quick mentions without my lovely commentary, because I'm really sleepy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Jenna.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Jenna.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Jenna Does Detroit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is for all you snow bunny lovers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivid Club Jenna Bowl: Party hosted by porn star and best-selling author Jenna Jameson with appearances by other adult film stars. 9 p.m.-2 a.m. Feb. 3 at Zoo Bar, 415 E. Congress St., Detroit. $500-$1,000. Call (888) 491-7673 or visit vividclubjennabowl.com.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Hefner.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Hefner.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hugh Hefner Is Coming to the Ghetto instead of the Grotto!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know I said no more commentary, but where his party is being held he better come strap and he better strap his bunnies.  He's going to the hood fo sho.  I too scurred to go to this party!  He's also charging two arms and a titty to get in.  Here's the infor for the ballar in you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobody knows how to party quite like Hef and the folks over at Playboy. Every year, Playboy throws a huge party at the site of the Super Bowl and this year is no exception. Join Hef and the girls on Super Saturday Night Feb 4th, 2006.As always, Playboy parties attract the who's who of today's hottest celebrities, sports stars and of course Playmates™. We have access to exclusive VIP Passes to the Super Bowl party, so you won't be left out in the cold. You will be mingling with Playmates, celebrities, superstar athletes and Hef! Sounds like a pretty good Saturday night! Where: Coleman A. Young International Airport When: Saturday Feb 4th, 2006 Why: Biggest Party of the Year, with celebs, Playmates and HefTickets: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tickco.com/xml/Tickets.asp?pid=323700"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tickets On Sale Now! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tune in tomorrow and I'll give you the scoop on where I'm partying and yet even more parties.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOLLA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/18100745-113833210289471932?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113833210289471932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113833210289471932&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113833210289471932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113833210289471932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/01/detroit-stand-up-its-party-time.html' title='Detroit STAND UP!  It&apos;s Party Time'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113815917234383995</id><published>2006-01-24T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T22:19:32.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rub Me The Right Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/massage.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/massage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; This weekend I got my first full body massage.  It was a very unique and interesting experience.  I've had massages before, but never a full body, skin to skin experience except for my husband.  It was an out of body experience that made me feel like I committed adultry.   Let me start from the beginning.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Social Club help our annual retreat this weekend at a local Marriott hotel.  As part of the retreat we had a Pamper Party.  There were facials, manicures, pedicures, and yes massages.  You could choose between a chair or a table massage.  Well I decided to go for the gusto and get the table massage.  When I walked into the room there was smooth jazz playing and scented candles burning. The lights were turned down blow and there were about five bruthas and a sister waiting to massage and relax your muscles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well the brutha that approached me was about 6"5, bald with a smooth Barry White voice.  "Would you like a massage?" was the question.  I managed to mumble out a yes.  "Do you want it clothed or unclothed?"  I hate to be rubbed through my clothes by anybody so of course my choice was unclothed, it gives me the heebie jeebies.  He gave me a sheet and directed me to wear I could change.  I came back wrapped in a sheet and feeling a little uncomfortable that I was the only one getting an unclothed massage at the time.  When I first laid out on the table I was stiff as a board!  It was like rigamortis had set in on me.  Let me say this.  I know that massages are supposed to be sexual and in technical terms this one wasn't.  The masseuse was very professional, the problem was my crazy azz....LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When he began to lay hands on me and started rubbing the hot oil on me I knew that it was going to be a looong half hour.  It's be a long time since another man besides me husband  touched me in such a manner.  I jumped when he first touched me and he asked me in that Barry White voice if I was ok.  I told him I was just a little chilly.    I had to start thinking about other things to keep that feeling of euphoria at bay.  Stuff like Moe's litter box, laundry, a new hair style, etc.  He asked me if I wanted my glutes done, my answer was HELL NAWL!  I couldn't handle that.   I was already hanging on to my sanity by a thread.  When he finally told me masssage was over I was both relieved and sad.  My torrid affair was finally over.  When he gave me instructions on what to do now that my massage was over I felt like he was speaking to me in slow motion.  I was actually SPENT!  I left the room in a stumble, folks were looking at me like I was crazy.  I felt like I had just had a major orgasm and then I got kicked out of bed and made to get out.  It was a crazy feeling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once I had came to my senses I saw my girl J walking out of the room and asked her how she like it.  She said that she felt like she had been raped, but in a good way.  She had that same dazed and confused look on her face so it wasn't just me.  I'm not sure if I'll ever get another massage by anyone besides my husband, that's just too much playing.  Besides he gives a pretty good massage and I get to have a happy ending wtih it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOLLA!&lt;br /&gt;&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/18100745-113815917234383995?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113815917234383995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113815917234383995&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113815917234383995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113815917234383995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/01/rub-me-right-way.html' title='Rub Me The Right Way'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113806973973191015</id><published>2006-01-23T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T21:28:59.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Feel Well</title><content type='html'>My husband gave me the cooties and my head is clogged and I can't think clearly.  I have so much to post, but to sick to do so.  Hopefully I'll hollar at y'all tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113806973973191015?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113806973973191015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113806973973191015&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113806973973191015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113806973973191015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-dont-feel-well.html' title='I Don&apos;t Feel Well'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113772733776135383</id><published>2006-01-19T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T22:26:05.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back At The Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/cubicle.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/cubicle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's up y'all?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today was my first day back to work. I felt like someone took an eraser and erased my memory. I really don't remember anything. I had about 8,000 emails waiting on me and I'm not joking! It was good to be back and I feel that some of my co-workers genuinely missed me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In addition to going back to work today, I took a couple of hours in the middle of the day to go to a funeral. It was a Muslim funeral. I found it to be very interesting and moving. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm over my writer's block now, but I don't have time to write anything. I'm busy as heck. The annual retreat for my social club is this weekend and I have to get this website up and running! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe I can write some stuff during my breaks at work since I don't blog at work. I have some good stuff to write about, at least I think so anyway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My insomnia also has been cured.  I'm sleepy.  Holla at y'all tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113772733776135383?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113772733776135383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113772733776135383&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113772733776135383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113772733776135383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-at-farm.html' title='Back At The Farm'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113742940605965892</id><published>2006-01-16T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T11:36:46.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/martinluther.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/martinluther.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Another MLK day is upon and I'm taking time to reflect on Dr. King's dream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Boondocks episode last night was aboutDr. King waking up in the year 2000 after been in a coma instead of dying in 1968.  He woke up to see Black Americans and America in total chaos. The episode was RAW and REAL.  It's how a great number of us are living and it's how nearly ALL of Americ and the world sees us.  Very very sad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are some pressing issues that weren't addressed in the TV show like the fact on any given day that 1 in 3 Black men are in prison or on parole or probation.  That 1 in 7 Black men can't vote because of disenfranchisement.  Black women is the fastest growing segment of the prison population.  25% of Black Americans live in poverty, compared to 9% of whites.  70% of Black babies are born to single mothers.  Our health is in shambles, we die of prevventable and treatable diseases Hypertension, Diabetes, Heart Disease, Obesity, AIDS and others.  Each one of these issues deserve a post of their own.  Everything about Black America is not bad and I will make it a point to address the good in later postings.  It's only been about 40 years since we've truly been free in the country and we've made some incredible progress.  I am an incredibly proud Black American woman with a deep love of my people and my culture.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder how Dr. King would feel about his own family.  None of children married or had children of their own so it is quite possible that the King bloodline will die out.  Right now today his family is fighting over control of the King Center.  I have to give them credit for NOT taking this fight public and staying tight lipped about it.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since the big picture of Black America is overwhelming to look at as a whole I tried to bring it closer to home for me.  I looked at my own family and it's progress.  My grandfather moved his family to Detroit from Crenshaw County, Alabama in the 40s for a chance of at a better life.  He landed a job working at Cadillac Motor Company in 1945.  He purchased our what became our family home in 1955 in what was a racially intergated neighborhood in Detroit.  It was three blocks over from the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cr.nps.gov/nr/travel/detroit/d4.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ossian Sweet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; house.  I remember being a little child and watching the pride of my grandfather burning the mortgage papers on the front porch once the house was paid off.  I'll never forget the pride on my grandfathers face.  That house sheltered his children, grandchildren (including me for 17 years), great grandchildren, cousins, distant relatives, friends of family.  We all knew that as long as that house existed we had a place to live.  Today the house sits board up and in shambles.  A shell of its former self.  My grandfather passed away in 1980 and my grandmother (who is a subject unto herself) moved out in 1997, she has since been diagnosed with Alzheimers, she will be 96 years old this year.  Their grandchildren and great-grandchildren eventually turned our family home into a drug house.  It's been raided several times and the last time the police made sure that the house was uninhabital.  I know I'm digressing a bit, but it really hurts that my grandfathers descendents destroyed what he works so hard to build.  It's the same thing with Black America and Dr. King's dream.  We're destroying his dream and leaving it in Shambles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really hate extra long post and I will do a part II detailing my family more.  I don't want y'all to get to bored reading it all.&lt;br /&gt;&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/18100745-113742940605965892?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113742940605965892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113742940605965892&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113742940605965892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113742940605965892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday-rev-dr-martin-luther.html' title='Happy Birthday Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113711395096888569</id><published>2006-01-12T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T19:59:11.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Days and Counting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been a terrible blogger lately. I've been busy being busy. I'm on the countdown, 7 days before I return to work and I have to take time to get myself physically and mentally ready. I've never taken any time off work besides vacation and the occasional sick day so this has been an adjustment for me. I don't understand how people live without a job or doing something fulfilling with their time. Sitting around watching TV all day sucks big time. Maybe I would feel differently if I wasn't recovering and if I had a ton money so I could spend my days doing things I enjoy like shopping and more shopping. Enough of hearing me whine. Let's take a look at some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terrance this picture is not a good look. What's up with the hanging paw and the Twan expression? You know folks are quick to put you on the DL list. You see what happened to your boy 50 when he did the GQ photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/terrance.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/terrance.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I doubt if I got ot the movies to see Latifah and LL's new movie this weekend. After Taxi, Queen can't get me in the theater again (man can I hold a grudge). I'll catch it on HBO. I just can't picture them two as lovve interest. Nope, not at all. This is a cool pic of them though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/tifah.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/tifah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; TI and Bobby Brown looking like Tyrone Biggums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/ti.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/ti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Taye Diggs has on waaaayyy too much MAC studio fx. He looks like a damn mild dud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/taye.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/taye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Somebdoy needs to tell her about the wonders of a push up bra. Tichina tits look like to flat azz pancakes. Not a good look in a strapless dress, otherwise she looks great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/tachina.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/tachina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Speaking of tits, Star only has one. I've seen this picture before, but it cracks me up everytime I look at it. Overall it's a nice picture of her and Al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/starandal.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/starandal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn Shemar looks scrumptious in this picture. Who is that with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/shemar.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/shemar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; *Claps* Very nice Serena. I see you took my advice and got yourself some Kheri lotion and Olive oil. The airbrushing didn't hurt either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/serena.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/serena.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Omarosa stretching out the last few seconds of her 15 minutes at Mary J.'s birthday bash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/O.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/O.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Sallie Richardson-Whitfield and her husband Dondre Whitfield. I always thought she'd have a more successful career. Remember when he was Joan's sex addicted boyfriend on Girlfriends? He's on that show Jake in Progress. I always thought he was a cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Sally.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Sally.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robin Givens is proof that Black don't crack. Hate or lover her, she looks good. I can't think of this dude's name. He's a Super Male Model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Robin.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Robin.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just whe you thought Serena was trying to be classy, she turns around and gets trashy again. She knew this shirt was see through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Novenus.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Novenus.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Queen Latifah is a really big girl or Halle is a really little girl.    It's rare to see these to Cover Girls togher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/halle.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/halle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Janice Combs never disappoints the H.A.M. lovers.  Ewwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Janice.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Janice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Very nice picture from Lil Kim's pre-prison photoshoot.  I like the original Lil Kim, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/kim1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/kim1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this picture very offensive for some rason.  I don't like getting my picture taken against my will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/kim.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/kim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Mariah doesn't look bad in this bikin shot. I think she just wears her clothes too little which makes her look bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Mimi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Mimi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Forest Whitaker is a little hard on the eyes, but at least his wife is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/forest.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/forest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember Dominque Dawes, the olympic gymnast. She's all grown up now.  She looks like she could be Nia Long's little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Dominique.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Dominique.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Angela Basset is look awesome in this picture.  Go on girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/angela.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/angela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Jennifer Hudson is looking pretty homely these days.  Maybe because she's standing next to B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/bey.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/bey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Venus is looking fabulous in this picture with Andy Roddick.  I knew you could do it girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/AndyRoddick.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/AndyRoddick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever happened to Kadeem Hardison?  He haven't really been able to do anything steady since Dwayne Wayne and Chante dumped him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/KadeemHardison.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/KadeemHardison.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/18100745-113711395096888569?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113711395096888569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113711395096888569&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113711395096888569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113711395096888569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/01/7-days-and-counting.html' title='7 Days and Counting....'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113703677162110196</id><published>2006-01-11T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T22:41:11.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Beyonce</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="verdana"&gt;I got this cute little quiz from Supa Sistah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Family and love. You treasure both as much as you do your PopeyeÂ’s fried chicken. You are blessed with many talents and are not afraid to utilize them. You are an emotional person, fall" src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/madeyoulook/1060472864_esbeyonce1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BEYONCE:&lt;/b&gt; Family and love. You treasure both&lt;br /&gt;as much as you do your Popeye's fried chicken.&lt;br /&gt;You are blessed with many talents and are not&lt;br /&gt;afraid to utilize them. You are an emotional&lt;br /&gt;person, falling into love dangerously. But you&lt;br /&gt;are truly Bonnie to your man's Clyde and are&lt;br /&gt;down enough to watch a basketball game with&lt;br /&gt;him. Your girls love your playful personality&lt;br /&gt;and know that whatever happens, you got their&lt;br /&gt;back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/madeyoulook/quizzes/Which%20female%20R&amp;B%20artist%20are%20you?/"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana"&gt;Which female R&amp;amp;B artist are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113703677162110196?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113703677162110196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113703677162110196&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113703677162110196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113703677162110196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-beyonce.html' title='I&apos;m Beyonce'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113686035242557881</id><published>2006-01-09T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T22:42:11.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Time On The Sofa Is Winding Down....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soon I'll be back in the land of cubicles and water coolers wondering what time are we going to Starbucks so I can get myself a Carmel Macchiatto. Where did the time go? I can't believe I've literally sat on my azz for a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Healing is hard work people! The life of a coach potatoe is strenuous. We always have to know where the remote is and you have to keep a cold glass of something around. I know I'm a true coach potate because I'm addicted to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fritolay.com/fl/flstore/cgi-bin/products_munchies.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Munchies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and that can't be good. Believe it or not I've lost a few pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/potato2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/400/potato2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somebody spent a lot of time letting my girl MiMi have it. Mariah better watch it, she's only a twinkie away from going from thick to fat. Humph I got a lot nerves...LOL. I just want to know why does she have to rub all over herself when she sings, it's disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/MiMi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/400/MiMi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, Mairah is on vacation. Why the fugg she have on those shoes? Nobody wears heels on vacation unless your going to the club. Where are you flip flops girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Mi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Mi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ciarra really needs to find her own style. Girl you will NEVA EVA be Ms. Jackson. I can't wait until her 15 minutes are over. Next please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/janciara4rh.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/janciara4rh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The even talking abou her azz oversea how she's trying to be Baby Girl, that's Aaliyah to the clueless. Ciara will never get respect. She choose BowWow as a boyfriend after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/ciarra.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/400/ciarra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought Rodney Jenkins azz was on a diet? I really want him to cut that curl out. I can't take it! We all know that aint your hair. (Damn I'm full of hate today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Rodney.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Rodney.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can y'all believe this is Vivica? She has straight jacked up her face! She looks like that plastic surgery nightmare lady that was on Oprah. I'll have to find a picture for y'al. Such a damn shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/viv.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/viv.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tupac sister, Set Shakur. Pac was my boy so I'm not going to dog his sister, but y'all can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/setshakur.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/setshakur.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another shot of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/shakur2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/shakur2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Kelly, Beyonce, and Jay Z on vacation somewherew warm. Must be nice. Uh B,while you're out there partying, they got your shyt on &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.overstock.com/cgi-bin/d2.cgi?PAGE=ENDECA&amp;N=0&amp;amp;keywords=dereon"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overstock.com &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at half price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/dcj.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/dcj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My whatever happened to today is Lisa Nicole Carson. I was watching Eve's Bayou and I was like"what the hell happened t her". I know she went crazy and err'thang, but so did Martin and he's still around. Holla if you know what she's up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/400/lisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113686035242557881?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113686035242557881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113686035242557881&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113686035242557881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113686035242557881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-time-on-sofa-is-winding-down.html' title='My Time On The Sofa Is Winding Down....'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113669349428031373</id><published>2006-01-06T23:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T23:11:34.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask The Motor City Hot Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm kinda being a copycat on the "ask me 7 questions" from Jacquelyn and LaaLaa.    Email me at &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:themotorcityhotgirl@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;themotorcityhotgirl@yahoo.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.  Ask me any question you like.  I'll try to answer them as honestly as possible, just keep in mind my kids read my blog too....LOL.  I'm very open and honest with them too, so you can go ahead and send in the shady questions too.&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/18100745-113669349428031373?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113669349428031373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113669349428031373&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113669349428031373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113669349428031373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/01/ask-motor-city-hot-girl_06.html' title='Ask The Motor City Hot Girl!'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113658685311706650</id><published>2006-01-06T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T17:34:13.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Lou Rawls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Lou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Lou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We'll miss you Lou!  That silky smooth Baritone was like no other. Thanks for all you've done for the UNCF!  I just hate I won't get to ask you who gets all that donated money.  Does anybody know?  I've been asking for years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(Picture is of Lou Rawls wife Nina and their young son who is now two.  Lou was in the process of trying to get an annulment from Nina.  Stay tuned folks this is going to get messy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113658685311706650?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113658685311706650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113658685311706650&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113658685311706650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113658685311706650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/01/rip-lou-rawls.html' title='RIP Lou Rawls'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113642828077313769</id><published>2006-01-04T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T16:03:06.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Random Things About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is my second marriage. I got married the first time when I was just 18 years old. The reason I got married is because I became “born again” and I was living with my ex-husband and I was told that if we didn’t get married I would go to hell. There was a scientist at NASA that said he calculated the &lt;strong&gt;exact &lt;/strong&gt;date that the world would end and it scared me to no end. I grew up in hell fire and brimstone churches which is why I believe I have terrible anxiety issues that I have now. Age 18 is entirely too young to get married in this day and age. Everyone at the church encouraged the marriage although my ex-husband never became “born again”. It was probably the single biggest mistake I made in my life. The best thing to come out of the marriage was my son. Word up Dre! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I’m the only one out of all eight of my siblings to get a college degree. My oldest brother received a scholarship to play football, but left school in his junior year. We all have high school diplomas or a GED though. My oldest sister has decided that she wants to be a nurse and she will start taking classes this semester. Not one of my siblings attended my college graduation and only two attended my daughter’s high school graduation. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I’m in an all female social club called BeeDazzled. I was elected the President of the club last month and I will serve as President for the next two years. I consider it an honor and a challenge. It can be difficult dealing with 14 women and their personalities. We do both social and civic activities.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to give parties and entertain. I love to have people over to eat and have a good time. I really hate not being able to do that this holiday season. I also don’t know how I’m going to fit it into my financial budget this year since I’m buckling down. I want to finish remodeling my house and I won’t be able to do it if I spend all my free money entertaining. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to be the “toy lady”! My husband got laid off and I needed to find a way to bring in some extra income pronto!!!! I started selling Mary Kay, but it just wasn’t bringing in the bucks so I had to do something else. Well I met a girl who was doing the toys and was making big bucks so I decided to try it and I did very well at it. It was just too time consuming and tiring. I still do it from time to time for my social club, but the “toy lady” is retired.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://takeitoutsidebitch.blogspot.com/"&gt;TakeItOutside&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://antisocialvoices.blogspot.com/"&gt;Freaky Deaky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dalreport.blogspot.com/"&gt;Big Brother DalTee Almighty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113642828077313769?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113642828077313769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113642828077313769&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113642828077313769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113642828077313769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/01/5-random-things-about-me.html' title='5 Random Things About Me'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113618195044668824</id><published>2006-01-02T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T01:05:50.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2K5 Reviewed</title><content type='html'>Blogger really pisses me off!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I sat and type a long ass post and just a picture shows up!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I’m going to eventually host my blog on my server here at the house as soon as my husband finishes building it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(As I was saying, but not as long as what I was saying!) &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;2K5 was a really great year for me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I haven’t been able to say that for a long time, if ever.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Here are some of the highlights.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My daughter’s graduation!!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;It’s definitely in the top 5 events of my life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was an incredible moment to see my daughter graduate at the top of her class and receive all those accolades.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She’s worked hard for it every since pre-school.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I screamed and hollered so loud at the graduation every time they would call her name folks would look to see what I was going to do and they called her name a lot!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Just think I get to do this all over again when my son graduates in ’07.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It seems like yesterday they were running around the house arguing and fighting, oh that was yesterday!!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Seeing my daughter off to college.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Again it was one of the proudest days of my life taking my daughter to one of the best Universities in the country, with a full tuition scholarship I might add.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;An awesome awesome feeling.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Watching my son run track.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I think my son has found his true calling as an athlete.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Watch for him in the Olympics y’all!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Also bringing his academics up to the levels I knew he could perform.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My wonderful husband built my super large deck, remodeled a bathroom, and painted the inside of the house.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A good man is hard to find and I have one folks.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;That man will do anything to make me happy but clean the house!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I can live with that.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I didn’t as much traveling as I normally do, but I did go to Vegas twice and Florida once.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have been travel plans for 2K6.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Let’s pray my daughter doesn’t need &lt;strong&gt;all &lt;/strong&gt;my money this year.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I got a new position at work in the 2K5.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Thank the LORD for new challenges.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I came through my surgery with flying colors!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It‘s over and I’m healing.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I’ve had some disappointments, but the good outweighed the bad, so I’m not going to talk about them except the fact that I’m fatter than I’ve ever been in my life and I didn’t diet or exercise all last year, but oh well.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I learned a lot about myself too in 2K5.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I know the type of person I want to be and the type I don’t want to be, expect some changes folks.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I just so feel so blessed right now I don’t know what to say.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I didn’t lose anyone close to me, my household is in tact, and I just feel great!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113618195044668824?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113618195044668824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113618195044668824&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113618195044668824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113618195044668824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-2k5-reviewed.html' title='My 2K5 Reviewed'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113605669586175162</id><published>2005-12-31T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T14:18:15.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy New Years Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Holla at you in 2006!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Peace, Love, and Happiness to you all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113605669586175162?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113605669586175162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113605669586175162&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113605669586175162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113605669586175162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-new-years.html' title='Happy New Years'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113591773657682543</id><published>2005-12-29T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T23:42:16.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MCHG is pondering her life in the New Year.  I need more contructive outlets than my usual boozing, partying, shit talking, and chronic internet surfing.  I plan to take some classes and become very familiar with my local gym and sanctuary.  In addition to that I'd like to start a book club.  I'm game for one  that can take place in person and one that can take place online.  If you're interested in starting one with me. Let me know so we can get this ball rolling.&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/18100745-113591773657682543?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113591773657682543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113591773657682543&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113591773657682543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113591773657682543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/book-club.html' title='Book Club'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113583046827867576</id><published>2005-12-28T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T23:41:47.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenya Moore Responds To MCHG!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/kenya.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/kenya.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(OMG!!! I received this email from someone who said they are Kenya Moore. It includes verifying information. Here it is in its entirety!!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Hey Girl and fellow Detroiter! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Just wanted to say this is NOT a joke and this is my real email address &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;please do not print it in anyway. Just wanted to say HELLLLLL NOOOOOO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;not married to, engaged to, or even talking to Isaac Hayes, in fact &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;been dating someone for 3 years and it sure ain't him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Don't know where crazy rumors start but the only time I ever SAW/met &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;him was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;about 6 years ago I went to the Academy Awards with him. What was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;crazy is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;that I didn't know him then either and I had a boyfriend at the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;encouraged me to go so I wouldn't miss out on the once in a lifetime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I met Mr. Hayes during a radio interview in NY and he asked me after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;never went on any subsequent dates. I think because I am never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;publicly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;photographed with anyone (man on a date) that this is the only picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;anyone could dig and find with me and a guy. So I guess people just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;they need to make up stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Thanks for being cool. And good luck with your site. Mine is located &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;www.kenyamoore.com and it will be up on my birthday January 24, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Happy New Year God Bless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Kenya Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;DARK HORSE PRODUCTIONS LLC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113583046827867576?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113583046827867576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113583046827867576&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113583046827867576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113583046827867576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/kenya-moore-responds-to-mchg.html' title='Kenya Moore Responds To MCHG!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113582863732099322</id><published>2005-12-28T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T22:57:17.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First, Last, Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Job:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Working for a auto supplier in a union shop.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was 1988 and I was making $10.50 an hour.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;That was big bank back then.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The work was so dirty, boring, and repetitive I knew I had to get an education.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Screen Name&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sweet T.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I used to love the rapper Sweet T, very few people knew where I got the name from.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I used to go on the Palace and have a good old time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I think I used to kick it on there for 24 hours straight.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Funeral&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The owner of the corner store son.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was about 4 years old and I remember he got shot in a robbery.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;That was back when Black folks owned stores in Detroit.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now they are all owned by Arabs.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Pet:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Domino.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He was a pure bred German shepherd.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I used to get teased about how we would share bottles when I was a baby.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Domino lived to be 19.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Piercing&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My ears at 6 weeks old.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I pierced my daughters at the same age.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Tattoo&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It’s a flaming heart with my mother’s name it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I got it while my mother was fighting cancer.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Credit Card&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mejer Jewelry Store&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Kiss:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;I really hate to admit this and I hope no one in my family reads this.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Jason C.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He was cute back then….LOL.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Enemy:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Bridgette Horton!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We used to fight all up and down our street from the age of 7 until 13.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After that I was much too cute to fight.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;That heffa took my first real boyfriend from me too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She was definitely a ho and was giving it up years before I even thought about.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last car ride:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Today.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My husband took me out to dinner or shall I say forced me out.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last kiss:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Today.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My husband of course.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Movie Watched:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Smith – 4 Stars check it out&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Beverage Drank&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Lemonade from Olgas&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Phone Call&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My girl Raven.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Time Showed:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;This Morning&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last CD listened to:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;New Edition Greatest Hits.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My little niece Tootie gave it to me for Christmas&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Website Visited&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Amazon.com.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I’m addicted&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Single or Taken&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;90% happily married.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I keeps it real…LOL&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gender&lt;/strong&gt;: Female&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Feb 7th.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Buy me something&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sign:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Aquarius&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hair color&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;1B (weave folks know what I mean)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siblings&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;1 Sister, 2 brothers, 2 half sisters, 2 half brothers (Papa was a rolling stone)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eye Color&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dark Brown&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wearing:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Powder blue flannel PJs&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drinking:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Nothing, but I am thirsty&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thinking about:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Reading this book The Warmest December&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening To&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The local news on TV&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I tag my buddies AKG, TLC, and DalTee.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113582863732099322?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113582863732099322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113582863732099322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113582863732099322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113582863732099322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/first-last-now.html' title='First, Last, Now'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113572849461226373</id><published>2005-12-27T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T19:08:14.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxing and Relaxing</title><content type='html'>Christmas &lt;strong&gt;wore&lt;/strong&gt; me out!  I'm tired than a $2 whore on the 1st of the month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I'm going to be fast and go shopping on Christmas Eve with my shopaholic girlfriend.  I wasn't in the store for 10 minutes before I had to go back to the car and have a seat.  I got tired just that fast.  Later that night my cousin came over to give me a sew-in weave.  I went ahead and spent money on the expensive hair this time.  Cheap weave hair is the worst!  It sheds everywhere, loses it luster, and then turns to straw on you.  I love the Bohemian no cuticle stuff, it stays fabulous.  You'll grow dreads waiting on this stuff to go bad.  One day I go back to wear my own hair, but right now I'm having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day we had dinner at my in-laws.  Since I no longer had the county braids in my hair,  I wanted to look hot.  My daughter gave me the cutest outfit for Christmas, so I decided to wear that and of course I had to put on some high heeled boots right?  Well I shouldn't have....LOL.  I was huffing and puffing trying to keep it together.  At least I looked good.  To top it off my husband insisted that I wear my Fox jacket that he got me for Christmas (that's right real fur, PETA can kiss my azz.  I live in Detroit, we believe in wearing dead animals!)  That thing has to wear 25lbs!  I put it on and I could feel pain in my incision.  I made him carry it.  It was just too heavy.  I have three weeks before I'm back to work.  I've got to get myself together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday and today I've been on my &lt;a href="http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-pussy.html"&gt;cat's&lt;/a&gt; schedule.  More sleep than awake, he's loving it too, he likes to have someone to sleep with him.  I can't shake this feeling of exhaustion that has come over me the last couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing is my concentration is getting better.  I've manage to read two books, "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0688163858/qid=1135727992/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/002-3641898-1582456?n=507846&amp;s=books&amp;amp;v=glance"&gt;Leaving Cecil Street&lt;/a&gt;" 4 stars  by Diane McKinney Whetston and "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0525948783/qid=1135728342/sr=2-2/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_2/002-3641898-1582456?s=books&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155"&gt;Genevieve&lt;/a&gt;"  by Eric Jerome Dickey 2 stars.  I also watched Mr. and Mrs. Smith 4 stars.  I wonder what would have been made of the film if they used Black couples?  Would there have been boycotts?  If you have suggestions for books and movies let me know.  Amazon is my best friend right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been reading a ton of blogs.  Check out &lt;a href="http://dalreport.blogspot.com/"&gt;Big Brother Daltee Almighty&lt;/a&gt;.  He's new on the scene, but very enjoyable. We've been cyper pals for three years now and he's mad cool.   It's night and I'm wide awake now, let me go check out the "scene" and see what's happening on the www.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113572849461226373?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113572849461226373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113572849461226373&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113572849461226373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113572849461226373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/maxing-and-relaxing.html' title='Maxing and Relaxing'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113548476118914740</id><published>2005-12-24T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T23:26:39.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to wish each and everyone a very Merry Christmas. May the peace and love of Christ visit each and every household not just tonight, but every night. Take time out of your busy day tomorrow and thank GOD for the gift of his son Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113548476118914740?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113548476118914740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113548476118914740&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113548476118914740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113548476118914740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113548502307435281</id><published>2005-12-24T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T23:30:52.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey C10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/grinch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/grinch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/grinch.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wanted to give you a world wide shout out. Merry Christmas my Brooklyn Sistah. I'm posting your picture so you'll be famous all over the world now girl!&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/18100745-113548502307435281?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113548502307435281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113548502307435281&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113548502307435281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113548502307435281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey-c10.html' title='Hey C10'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113528817904542333</id><published>2005-12-22T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T16:49:39.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Celebration...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In celebration of my new look.  I  thought I do a picture post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This picture will go down in the H.A.M. hall of fame. I'm so tired of these heffas leaving the house ASHY!  It's a NO NO ladies.  I'm giving Shar a bottle of Olive Oil and Kheri lotion.  All she has to do it mix one part both and I guarantee it will chase the ash off your ass.  Speaking of ass, why the hell would you pose for a booty shot if you aint got not?  She know she suffers from Noassatall disease.  Is is me or does she have the Sponge Bob shape going on?  Just a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/shar.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/shar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EWWWWW!!!  Just nasty.  She should close her eyes with her mouth open that wide.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/shar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/shar2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's look like Jerry Garcia threw up on Toccara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/toc.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/toc.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Dress and hair a H.A.M..  I like the pose though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/toc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/toc3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Somethings different about Remy's face.  Hmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Remyma.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Remyma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The Apprentice, not Apprenti winner Dr. Randall Pinkett and his wife Zahara Wadud-Pinkett.  Check out Dr. Pinkett's &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.randalpinkett.com/index.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;website&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.  Without getting into all the controversy.  Dr. Pinkett was right, Trump was wrong, and Rebecca "Ho sit down"!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/randall.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/randall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; My girl Queen Pen from back in the day.  My Jam was "A Party Aint A Party".  It's hard out there for the female rapper no days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/QueenPenn.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/QueenPenn.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; See, I told y'all Maxwell wasn't gay, here he is with a woman.....LOL.  I miss the wild Afro on him too.  He look rather, ok I said I wouldn't refer to Blacks with that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Maxwell.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Maxwell.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Speaking of, ok I can't use that word.  I'm a little preoccupied with Mannie Fresh.  I heard he had Super Sized daddy parts.  Why is it when you hear those rumors the man becomes very intriguing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/manniefresh.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/manniefresh.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sure most of you have seen this picture by now. It's Lisa Bonet's and Lenny Kravitz daughter getting blitzed.  I sure hate to see this and hope they get help for her.  She's only 16 and I really wish her the best.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Lenny.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Lenny.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Poor thing hitting the Old E.  I didn't know they still made it.  I don't talk about folks kids so I'm moving on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Lenn.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Lenn.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know y'all seen this picture of Monique at Richard Pryors funeral.  She looks a mess.  I hate when people where bright colors to funerals.  I hate it more when people don't shave their legs.  Why does she have on gray shoes?  Damn girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Monique.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Monique.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Diana really over did the whole black thing.  I think Richard tapped that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/diana.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/diana.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Who is this with Joe Jackson?  Is it his love child?  Let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Joe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The lace front wigs aren't just for the sisters.  Gwen rocks them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/gwen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/gwen1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Bre from ANTM looks hot in this picture.  Who says she can't model high fashion couture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Bre.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Bre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I just couldn't believe this was my childhood idol Jayne Kennedy looking so frumpy.  I know you're a wife andmother Jayne, but there is never excuse for being frumpy.  I don't care how old, fat, skinny, pretty, or ugly frumpiness is a No No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Jane.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Jane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Nik giving them drama in this picture.  I was never a Nik fan ANTM, but she's got the look in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Nik.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Nik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did y'all see that train wreck, Christmas with the Brown's last night?  I was embarrassed when their dumb asses were dancing to the carolers!  That was too much playing.  I just hope this is photoshopped and not real blood in Bobby's nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/bobbysnose.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/bobbysnose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Caption This Picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Aging.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Aging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; It's good to see 50 smiling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/502.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/502.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; He looks happy for once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/50.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/50.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Do y'all know who this is?  It's my boy AZ, Y'all do know nothing about AZ son!!!  What y'all know about The Firm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/AZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/AZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113528817904542333?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113528817904542333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113528817904542333&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113528817904542333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113528817904542333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-celebration.html' title='It&apos;s A Celebration...'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113522326621006235</id><published>2005-12-21T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T22:47:46.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Blinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You're in the right place!  My darling daughter gave me a new look.  If you didn't know that's the Detroit Skyline you're looking at.  Not too shabby huh&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I could have done it myself, but I'm too lazy doing nothing.  Too bad she's premed because she'd been great in IT.  She's great with everything that has to do with information technology, web, support, etc.  I just don't see a big future for the IT industry in the states with our job going to India.  Anywho, let me know how you like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113522326621006235?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113522326621006235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113522326621006235&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113522326621006235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113522326621006235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/stop-blinking.html' title='Stop Blinking'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113513457993912956</id><published>2005-12-20T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T11:40:06.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now That's Ghetto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/franks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/franks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm not a bourgie or 'boo g" by any means, ok maybe I am a little. I tolerate a lot, but I will not tolerate straight out ghettoness(I know it aint a word) in my own damn house! My darling husband made baked fish for dinner. Well I needed a little hot sauce on the fish (don't start, hot sauce is not ghetto!!!), DH (dear husband for the clueless) gave me the hot sauce bottle. &lt;strong&gt;WHY &lt;/strong&gt;did a nucca put water in the bottle? I think my heart skipped a beat and my blood pressure rose instantly! I wanted to jump and an throw the bottle against the wall and tip over the table. I was out for blood. I don't play that. I hate for a nucca to make a ghetto azz substitution in my house. Don't wipe you azz with Kleenex, go down the basement and get some toilet paper out the pantry, I NEVER run out of toilet paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't get me wrong I grew up in the hood. Shoot my friends ate ketchup, syrup, and mayonaise sandwiches. My Granny didn't play that shit! I don't give a damn how tight things got, she bet not catch your azz eating a meatless sandwich unless it was PBJ. And Sugar water? You bet not even think about. Nor could we put sugar on our grits and rice. My Granny said that only drug addicts kids did that. I cringe to this day when my son put sugar on his grits, but I know his parents aint drug addicts so it's cool, I still don't like it. I equate thinning hot sauce and ketchup on this level on ghettoness. I have a grocery shopping fetish and I don't run of common everyday shyt so it's no excuse, folks to damn lazy to dig for shyt in this house. I know it was one of my children that did it and I bet not find out which one. They are going to catch the wrath on BooGee mama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113513457993912956?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113513457993912956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113513457993912956&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113513457993912956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113513457993912956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/now-thats-ghetto.html' title='Now That&apos;s Ghetto!'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113502997656683729</id><published>2005-12-18T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T17:06:19.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn...</title><content type='html'>I just didn't want to go too many days without posting, but lately I've been uninspired.  I'm so bored, but I know it's important that I rest during my recovery.  So I decided to share with y'all a list of stuff I could be doing instead of doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making a website for my social club.  I need to have this done by our first January meeting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doing a FAFSA for my husband and me.  Although we have tuition reimbursement through our employers, I just want Uncle Sam to know there are THREE people in the house in school. It probably won't make a bit of difference.  You know if you make any kind of money they don't want to give you jack!  I'm hoping that it'll help my daughter get a grant or two.  She got a full tuition scholarship and some other little ones, but room and board is super expensive.  I want this girl out of my pocket!!  I need all the money for son, bless his heart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Studying for this HP certification that I need for work.  That stuff puts me to sleep immediately.  I rather rack up degrees tha to get certs.  IT folks know what I mean.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching all these movies I purchased pre-surgery so I wouldn't be bored.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading the books I purchased pre-surgery so I wouldn't be bored.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calling family and friends that I NEVER have to time to call.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Giving myself a manicure.  The cuticles are out of control.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading my bible and studying up on some things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organizing my lingerie drawers.  They are out of control.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading my mail for the last three weeks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking these jailhouse braids out of my hair.  I look like I've been in the county for three weeks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clipping my cat claws.  It hurts when he walks across my lap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sure there are many more things that I need to be doing, but right now Judge Joe Brown is on .  Yawn.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113502997656683729?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113502997656683729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113502997656683729&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113502997656683729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113502997656683729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/yawn.html' title='Yawn...'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113487988531476645</id><published>2005-12-17T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T23:35:34.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My boredom Is Your</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entertainment. I just thought I'd share a few things from my all night web surfing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why didn't Santa Clause look like this in my neighborhood. Hell I would have been good ALL year just so he could come down my chimney and stuff my..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/LL.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/LL.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Just when I was getting used to the idea of "man velvet" Usher comes along and messes it up. Must you wear Satin on your man velvett? And what's with the motorcycle gloves. Usher is getting more and more "prettier" everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/usher.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/usher.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Why when we talk about Black couples that stand the test of time these two, Holly Robinson and Rodney Peete are never mentioned? For the Detroiters, do y'all remember when he was a Detroit Lion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/thepeetes.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/thepeetes.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Fantasia and her cute little daughter Zion on the Tea cups at Disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/tasia.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/tasia.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Slim Thug (Is it me or his braids really thin?), LaTavia Roberson and LeTavia Luckett, Y'all know the girls that got kicked out of Destiny's Child. I heard that Slim Thug and La Tavia are dating. Wasn't he married whenhe first came out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/slim%20thug.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/slim%20thug.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Ralph Tresvant and Shar Jackson. Ralph better stand back, you know she'll get pregnant if you breathe on baby making self hard. Ralph has an album dropping in February, he's starting to look like my drunk uncle and Shar has aon a little too much MAC #20 powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/sharralph.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/sharralph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I have a friend that this condom dress would make the perfect gift for. Don't act like y'all don't have one that could use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/SafeSEX.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/SafeSEX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/inddao.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I think those were just rumors about Isaac Hayes and Kenya Moore. This is Isaac and his wife Abjowa. They are expecting his 12th child. Mo' power to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/isaachayesabjowia25jf.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/isaachayesabjowia25jf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Serena, Serena, Serena! She is just going to take the H.A.M. female of the year right out of Vivica's hand. There is just so many things wrong here, but right now I can't get past her ashy azz legs and feet!!! I'm a chocolate girl too and I know we need EXTRA moisture. Add a little olive oil and Kheri lotion together serena, you'll be shining like a penny girl....LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/serenawilliamsboobs2la.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/serenawilliamsboobs2la.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I know this alien like picture of Brandy has been going around for a minute, but I just wanted y'all to see it before I told y'all about her new hair line of hair weave. Who the hell would want to buy weave from Brandy? Check it out &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hairsisters.com/new/ShoppingList.php?manufacture_id=64"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. I aint mad though, make your money girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/brandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/brandy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I don't where this excerpt came from, but the comments speak for themselves. Dennis really needs to stop and let the light go out on his fading star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/dennis.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/dennis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I got this card from my girl Renay. I really don't want them to do another joint album. The first one SUCKED and that play that they did together "The Things That Lovers Do" was the worst freakin piece of trash that I'd ever paid to see. Words can't describe how awful it was, I wanted to bust somebody head for my money back. Anywho, I used to be a big Chante fan and lately she's been very disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/chantekenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/chantekenny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; No, your eyes don't decieve you. That is Damon Dash and his wife Rachel. He looks like one of my college professors. The bald head with fuzz around the size, the over size square frame glasses, the sweater vest and tie, yep I think Dame taught my Java class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/dame.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/dame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to call Black folks monkeys or any other kind of primate, but Golden Brooks here looks like the female ape on Planet of the Apes. I want people to just so NO to veneers, hers are just hideous!!!! Mya would be appalled.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/golden.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/golden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few other interesting things I came across today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This website is funny you can make Santa do anything. Thanks to my country cuz for sending it to me. Check it &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.santasez.sig-ad.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not going to tell y'all who sent me this link, I don't want y'all Tookie lovers hunting her down. I found this EXTREMELY funny and I don't care if you get mak. Check it out &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/Tookie-Williams-Tookies-Toast-Wierd-Spooky-Bizarre_W0QQitemZ5646521987QQcategoryZ1469QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See what happens when you play jingle bells backwards. It satanic. Click &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.spikedhumor.com/8944/Jingle_Bells_Reversed.swf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When I'm feeling depressed I go to Crunk and Disorderly and look at the Tupac memorial statue. It makes me burst my stitches. Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.crunktastical.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is so disgusting it left my mouth open for 10 minutes. ****DO NOT OPEN AT WORK OR NEAR CHILDREN*** If you are squeamish and don't like nudity or nasty stuff don't look. Click &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s45.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0M79892RUYM840KI5776IYQL83"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113487988531476645?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113487988531476645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113487988531476645&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113487988531476645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113487988531476645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-boredom-is-your.html' title='My boredom Is Your'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113486255138567694</id><published>2005-12-17T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T18:35:51.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Black Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I’m a feeling so depressed right now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Since I’m on the mend and walk so slow that an old man with a walker came whizzing by me yesterday when I went to my post surgery follow up appointment I can’t go out shopping.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This is the week where I’m usually in all my shopping glory.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The Saturday before Christmas I would usually get up early, go to breakfast and hit every mall and strip mall in a 50 mile radius.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This year I can’t do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My husband felt sorry for me and knew something was wrong when I went and got in the bed and pulled every blanket I could find over my head.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He tried to encourage me to get up and get dressed and he would go shopping with me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I pulled the covers off my head and gave my best “whatcha talking bout Willis” look.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This is a man who doesn’t believe in shopping at any store that isn’t connected to computers, electronics, or home improvement.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If it aint Best Buy, Comp USA, Lowes, or Home Depot he aint going in there without bytchin up a storm.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He laid out my clothes and tried to coax me out the bed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I wasn’t having it though.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I wanted to just lay in my misery.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I knew I couldn’t power shop and hit a store every ten minutes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was also afraid that I might over do it and make myself sick.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I had a really rough night last night, but I really don’t want to revisit that right now, just say I’m drinking plenty of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I’ve tried shopping online, but it just doesn’t give you the same kind of rush that looking cut off folks for parking spaces, taking cuts in line, and stealing stuff out of other people carts give you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hopefully, I’ll be able to get out one day next week and do a little shopping.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have to find me a mall that rent those electric scooters.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Y’all know I aint shame to ride on one!!!!!&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/18100745-113486255138567694?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113486255138567694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113486255138567694&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113486255138567694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113486255138567694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/missing-black-saturday.html' title='Missing Black Saturday'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113475693340474808</id><published>2005-12-16T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T13:15:33.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Ealy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Michael%20Ealy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Michael%20Ealy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's my crush of the month. It's true, I'm sweet on Halle's man. Folks always excuse me of having a fixation on "light-skindaded" men, but that aint true, well it is in this case. I've been watching his new show Sleeper Cell, that come on Showtime and he is so sexy in this show. He was getting it on with a woman and I was sitting there salvating, his pretty azz got some moves. I watched 5 episodes in a row (well I aint got shyt else to do, it's only so much surfin you can do in a day) and then that damn On Demand went on the blink, I was madder than a muthasucka. Well I called Comcast today and I waiting on it to come back on now! I need my Pretty Ricky fix!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113475693340474808?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113475693340474808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113475693340474808&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113475693340474808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113475693340474808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/michael-ealy.html' title='Michael Ealy'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113467042590633544</id><published>2005-12-15T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T13:17:28.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pussy....</title><content type='html'>Cat!  Y'all nasty.  What did you think I was talking about?  Meet my Kitty Cat Moe.  I adopted him from the Michigan Humane Society when he was 5 months old, he's now 5 years old.  He's a spoiled mess!  Every since I've been off he's been following me around every where I go.  Aint he cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/222/8401/640/IMG_1948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/222/8401/400/IMG_1948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113467042590633544?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113467042590633544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113467042590633544&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113467042590633544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113467042590633544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-pussy.html' title='My Pussy....'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113453606847467297</id><published>2005-12-13T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T15:19:41.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!  Finally A Pictorial!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I"ve been trying for three days to get these pictures posted!!! Blogger has been acting a damn fool on me. It looks like I have it now and it's actually smaller than before because it gave me a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a candid photo of Vivica without her war paint on. She actually looks younger and prettier without it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Vivica.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Vivica.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's my girl Kimora and the awful fashion victims, The Williams Sisters. They actually piss me off because they NEVER represent, they always look terrible. Back to Kimora, Did yall see her and Russle's house on cribs? It was off the chain. I want to be like her and have a guy hired only to coordinate my closet. You go girl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/three.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/three.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stevie Wonder and his darling little son Kailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/swonder2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/swonder2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A blast from the past. Star Jones has really come a long ways! The only thing she didnt lose was the big azz noggin of hers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/star.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/star.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shaq and his adorable wife Shaunie. They are expecting their 6th child, the both have one each prior to thier marriage. Yeah, thats Vivica messing up the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/shaq2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/shaq2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My girl AKG passed this rumor on to me. Kenya Moore and Isaac Hayes are supposedly expecting together and getting married.&lt;br /&gt;Kenya is fromDetroit so if its true, I aint saying shes no golddigger, but she aint messing with no broke......&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/oscars7yp.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/oscars7yp.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meet The Hamiltons!!! I just wanted my girl Ki to know what her future inlaws look like and how her kids are going to look....LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/meetthehamiltons2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/meetthehamiltons2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jamie Fox looks like he's ready to bust all kinds of slop with Michele Williams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/MandJ.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/MandJ.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Macy Gray looks healthy and Sober on this picture, I'm happy for her.  Angie is aging really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/macy2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/macy2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lauryn has been looking such a mess since her "return".  I guess I don't miss her as much as I thought I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/lb2.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/lb2.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kells and his lovely wife Andrea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Kellsandwife.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Kellsandwife.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Game really needs to find a new hobby other than hating 50.  It's really taking a toll on his psyche.  He already signed the picture, but he had to go back and write F*ck 50 on it.  Get a life Game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/game.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/game.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What do you think Game is praying for?  I bet it has something to do with 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/game1.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/game1.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my girl Free!  Alive and well and not PREGNANT!  I just cant look at a pictures of Big Tigger.  I just think of him being spread wide open like a cauliflower...sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/free.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/free.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; EnVogue is back and they are not very "Vogue".  I always set low expectations for groups on the come back.  99.99% of the time they can never rekindle the magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/EnVogue.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/EnVogue.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poor Retha!  She's become the laughing stock of the internet.  I think Donna Richardson pictured here with her husband Tom Joyner should stage an intervention.  Come on ReRe you're in your 60s now.  Aint no need for all that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/aretha2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/aretha2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chris Rock better be careful hanging out with Eddie Murphy.  Y'all know how rumors get started.  I wold love to see Eddie do stand up again.  He's a funny MFer on the stage.  Y'all don't know nothing about RAW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/comics3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/comics3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Envogue and Vivica.  I swear that heffa is everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/EnVogue1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/EnVogue1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Speaking of interventions, Brandy looks horrid!  Po thang, I fell so sorry for her.  Also someone needs to tell Mya, just cause you got good hair, you still need to comb it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/brandyandmya.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/brandyandmya.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Damon Dash and his lovely family.  His daughter is such a cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/damedash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/damedash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LISTEN UP!!!  I want this coat for Christmas.  If you've seen it anywhere let a sistah know.  Anybody that knows me, know this is me 1001%.  I need to strut my stuff in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Mary.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Mary.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I won't be mad if I got the bag too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/mary2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/mary2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally.  WTF is going on with Serena?  Although she is a fashion disaster, she always had a sick body.  She needs to slowdown on the partying and get back in shape.  This is unacceptable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/serena.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/serena.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113453606847467297?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113453606847467297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113453606847467297&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113453606847467297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113453606847467297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/whew-finally-pictorial.html' title='Whew!  Finally A Pictorial!'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113449231734359708</id><published>2005-12-13T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T14:00:15.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daytime TV SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>This is unreal and I feel like I'm in the twilight zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyra Banks show is AWFUL!!! I've seen bits and pieces before, but today I tried to stomach it all. She had the porn star Tyra Banxxx on there and it was just a chicken neckin mess. All I can here Tyra saying is "Girl you gone give me my name back, promise me girl you gone quit porn, girl my mama don't play that" (Y'all know Tyra loves to talk about what here mama said or don't play.) Her show is way too melodramatic for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montel Williams needs to be on Prozac. His shows are so dark and depressing. The only one shows I like is when he have the "brilliant" (and I mean that sarcastically) psychic on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The View is pathetic too. The whole time I just sit here and stare at Star Jones gobblet. It's amazing how much weight she's lost, but she needs one of those "Lifestyle Face Lifts". Y'all know the ones the advertise on TV all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maury might be the most disgusting of them all. On today's show was a disfigured Black teenage girl whose idol was Tweet. Why did Tweet come out singing "Oh My" (Y'all remember the masturbation shong) while dancing with the girl. It was unfukkin real. Somebody should be fired for that. Stick to the baby daddy drama Maury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Springer. Why the fuck does Jerry still have a show? When I watch it they all feel like reruns. Jerry you need to reinvent yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few of bright lights though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha Stewart is the shyt. I love her show. She keeps it moving with her celebrity guest cooking and making crafts in the kitchen. She makes it all seem so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen has a fun and entertaining show. Too bad she comes on the same time as ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPRAH! I love Oprah. I don't care what she's talking about, I agree with her. She's hypnotic. As soon as I get well enough I'm going to get a curly Oprah weave. Y'all just wait and see..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113449231734359708?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113449231734359708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113449231734359708&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113449231734359708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113449231734359708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/daytime-tv-sucks.html' title='Daytime TV SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113442866999808000</id><published>2005-12-12T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T18:09:06.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stan "Tookie" Williams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/tookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/tookie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate for my first real blog entry back to be about this nucca. I know so many other folks have blogged their opinions and the debate goes on and on. I just felt I need to throw my two cents out here for the record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get this out of the way first, I do NOT think this man should be granted clemency. He's a cold blooded killer directly and indirectly. When this man was free in the streets, he turned himself into a killing machine. Don't be fooled by thewell-spoken gray haired man with the wire-rimmed glasses. Trust me, back in the day this was not a man you wanted to cross in a dark alley. To look at his picture strike fear in my heart right now. Look at those biceps! Those arms were made for choking the shyt out of somebody.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that some folks feel this is an issue of race and I agree it is. We as Blacks need to stop making excuses for other low lifed nuccas who don't give a damn about us or our people. If Tookie really did start the Crips, which CNN is now saying maybe he didn't. That shyt aint nothing to brag about. Thousands of of our bruthas lay dead in their graves because of this nucca. You can't wear certain colors in the hood or you might get shot because of this nucca. Also how many innocent women, children, babies are dead because of this nucca? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I was in high school I kept a shoe box full of obituaries of all the my classmates and friends that got killed by other Blacks. They all died of violence, mostly gun violence. If I could trace their death to one person or trace it back to one person I would want that person dead. So many of our brightest and best are dead, sleeping in their graves because of this stupid azz gangsta shyt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally Tookie never said he was sorry, never apologized, never took responsibility for his actions. Although he was charged with murdering 5 people, I'm sure he's responsible for the death for many more. How would you feel about his redemption if that was your son, daughter, mother, father, husband, sister, brother, that he killed? He got an extra 20 years, something that his victims didn't get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/18100745-113442866999808000?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113442866999808000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113442866999808000&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113442866999808000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113442866999808000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/stan-tookie-williams.html' title='Stan &quot;Tookie&quot; Williams'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113440822466415963</id><published>2005-12-12T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T12:23:44.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Err'body</title><content type='html'>I came home Saturday evening.  I've just been resting and chilling.  I'm going to catch up and see what's going on and I'll post more later.  Thanks for all your thoughts and prayers.  I really appreciate it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113440822466415963?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113440822466415963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113440822466415963&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113440822466415963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113440822466415963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey-errbody.html' title='Hey Err&apos;body'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113406767729157091</id><published>2005-12-08T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T13:47:57.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom is doing fine..</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody, thi is MCHG's daughter and I just wanted everybody to know that she just got out of surgery and she is doing fine.  She told me to make sure that I posted.  Everybody keep her in your prayers as she recovers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113406767729157091?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113406767729157091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113406767729157091&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113406767729157091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113406767729157091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-mom-is-doing-fine.html' title='My Mom is doing fine..'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113400902888554456</id><published>2005-12-07T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T21:30:28.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well.....</title><content type='html'>This will be my last post until I return from the hospital.  I'm turning to GOD for peace and healing with my ordeal.  My daughter will post in the comments to let you guys know that everything is good.  Stay blessed and see y'all in a couple of days!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shawn AKA Motor City Hot Girl AKA KIR!!!!!!&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/18100745-113400902888554456?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113400902888554456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113400902888554456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113400902888554456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113400902888554456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/well.html' title='Well.....'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113398196957798805</id><published>2005-12-07T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T13:59:29.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Shirley</title><content type='html'>Today is what would have been my mother's 57th birthday.  She passed away in July of '99.  I really miss her and what could have been.  I've never really been able to come to terms with her death because there were so many issues between us, but we were slowly working on it.  My father is deceased as well, he passed in '02, they both passed away in their 50s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy my friends who still have a mother or a father and I'm down right jealous of those that have both.  Sometimes it seems so unfair to be an orphan at the age of 35.  I don't know of anyone of my age that doesn't have either. I still need my parents dammit and as much as I need them, I have brothers and sisters who need them more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113398196957798805?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113398196957798805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113398196957798805&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113398196957798805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113398196957798805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birthday-shirley.html' title='Happy Birthday Shirley'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113392631396815863</id><published>2005-12-06T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T22:31:53.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Was Better....</title><content type='html'>Ugh!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I had almost an entire post typed and IE crashed on me!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I hate when that happens.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I’m typing this one in word so it doesn’t happen again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I also won’t have that many typos (wink wink).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I hate to be a whiny blogger, but I can’t go against the way I feel.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I probably won’t do any pictorials until next week.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This blog is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re going to get.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I’m slowing making progress on my stress and anxiety.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When I left work today I felt just awful.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I haven’t been off more than two weeks since the birth of my son over 16 years ago.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I had Kirk Franklin’s “My Life Is in Your Hands” on my mp3 player and it had me crying buckets.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I decided to do what I needed to do and that’s get myself ready.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I went to TJ Maxx to get some white sheets because my friend said I needed some when I came home from the hospital.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I forgot the reason why, but I went and got them anyway because I didn’t want to hear her darn mouth if something happened, she would have blamed it on the fact I didn’t get new white sheets.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I found some 550tc Egyptian Cotton ones, I decided not to stop there I decided to go heavenly as in Westin heavenly!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If you haven’t slept in a Westin Heavenly bed then you haven’t really slept!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I got myself the matching white comforter and a really spiffy mattress pad.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My mattress and pillows are already very comfortable so I can’t wait to sleep in it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I’ve purchased a few more items and now I have everything I need.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I still have a long list of things I need to do including taking my weave out and getting my hair braided.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I feel so overwhelmed and alone, but I’ll make it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I just want to thank everyone for their support, comments, and prayers.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It means so much to me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I just can’t wait for it to be over.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I sorta feel like a person in jail.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You know when folks are in jail they are all remorseful and remorseful and then once they get out they are the same old hellish person.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I really don’t want to be that person.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I want to take better care of myself physically and mentally.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Although I didn’t do anything to cause the problem I’m having now, I know that if I don’t I will have some self inflicted issues.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I plan on cutting back on a lot of these and changing a lot of ways, I just hope it isn’t the prisoner in me talking……….&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113392631396815863?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113392631396815863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113392631396815863&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113392631396815863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113392631396815863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-was-better.html' title='Today Was Better....'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113382341861909684</id><published>2005-12-05T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T17:56:58.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Crazy Y'all</title><content type='html'>I'm admitting it to the world!  Yep, I'm psycho, nuts, schizo, bipolar and any other word you can use to describe a crazy person.  Everytime it's time for me to do something that I have no control over I obsess and stress about to the point that's all I can do is obsess and stress about it.  Well I can eat too, I NEVER lose my appetite!  I'll  give y'all an example.  I have a fear of flying, which is an irrational fear by the way (Don't get mad at me that's what the psychiatrist said dammit!), but I do fly and it doesn't hinder my traveling.  About a week before it's time to depart I'll start stressing about the flight to the point I'll give myself the BG (bubble guts) and maybe a panic attack too.  Well multiply that and the anxiety I'm having over my surgery is 3000 times worst.  I also haven't done one thing to prepare for the surgery.  I haven't packed a bag, gone grocery shopping, not one darn thing.  What I need is a joint and a drink, but since I can't do the first and I said I was going to stop doing the latter, I'll just sit here and do nothing for now.  Maybe I can get a worthwhile post going on.  I've been rambling and babbling the last few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113382341861909684?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113382341861909684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113382341861909684&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113382341861909684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113382341861909684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-crazy-yall.html' title='I&apos;m Crazy Y&apos;all'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113358118797614233</id><published>2005-12-02T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T22:39:47.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funk</title><content type='html'>Ya girl been in a funk and a slump the last couple and days and today aint no different.  I'm sitting here in a medication induced fog and it feels good.  6 days until my surgery, I just want to get it over with already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl Renay made a cartoon for me.  Check it out &lt;a href="http://mm.dfilm.com/mm2s/mm_route.php?id=2705355"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113358118797614233?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113358118797614233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113358118797614233&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113358118797614233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113358118797614233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/funk.html' title='Funk'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113349607522415769</id><published>2005-12-01T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T23:01:15.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Well</title><content type='html'>I did have a pictorial set to go, but my internet connection is acting flaky and I'm not in the mood.  I'll do it hopefully tomorrow evening.  If your bored you can always read my archives...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113349607522415769?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113349607522415769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113349607522415769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113349607522415769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113349607522415769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-well.html' title='Oh Well'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113348929270857068</id><published>2005-12-01T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:08:12.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>World AIDS Day</title><content type='html'>Today is World AIDS Day.  I was going to write  a long detailed post, but I found the perfect post.  Click &lt;a href="http://superstarnic23.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-is-world-aids-day.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read a great  posting on the HIV and AIDS from my new blogger friend Nic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I have to say is know your status.  I get tested every year during my yearly physical.  More Black women are HIV positive than any other group.  Protect yourself sistahs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway go read Nics post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113348929270857068?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113348929270857068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113348929270857068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113348929270857068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113348929270857068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/world-aids-day.html' title='World AIDS Day'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113339205077932671</id><published>2005-11-30T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T22:58:54.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules of Engagement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Rules of Engagement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Let me say this before you read any further. I’m not a jealous wife and anybody who knows me know that, but don't get it twisted, I will GUT, not cut (I'm taking your insides out) a bytch about my man. With that being said, Ladies and Whores there are rules to follow when engaging contact with another woman’s man, especially if you’re friends with the woman. No one should have to tell you these rules because we are born with them, they are an instinct. There are exceptions to some of the rules, but so few I won’t even list too many of them because I don’t want to confuse anybody. The penalty for violating these rules could be as simples as getting an evil eye, being put on the “I'm watching that bytch list” or as severe as an eastside azz whooping. Since obviously there is one whore out there that doesn’t know. I must school her. Without further ado here they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;invite the man anywhere without letting the woman know you’re going to extend the invitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ask the man to for a personal “favor” without asking the woman first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ask the man not to “tell” his woman. Unless your azz is planning her surprise party, let there be no secrets between you and another woman’s man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;let him tell you a secret. Unless you’re helping him pick out a ring, there is no need for anything secretive to be shared between the two of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;visit a woman’s house when she’s not there. I don’t care how cool you and her man are, if you and the man don’t have the same blood running through your veins, don’t have your azz up in her house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;put your hands on your girl’s man unless is a hello or goodbye hug. He doesn’t need your azz to fix his collar, button his shirt or pick lent out of his hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;drop it like it’s hot if he asks you to dance. You don’t need to pull out your stripper girl moves if he asks you to dance. He probably just asked you to dance because your azz was sitting there looking lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;say anything negative about his woman to him. He doesn’t need you to tell him Brenda is getting fat. He sees her big azz everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;walk around saying “Bob tried to talk to me first”. So fuggin what! Who’s with him now? You missed out and get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;think your friend or acquaintance won’t get pissed if you break 1-9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The penalty for all OFFENSES is doubled if the man is married. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Do you disagree with me or have a comment? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113339205077932671?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113339205077932671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113339205077932671&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113339205077932671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113339205077932671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/rules-of-engagement.html' title='Rules of Engagement'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113339932048239649</id><published>2005-11-30T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T21:28:49.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Since We're On The Subject (Sorta)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I got a few more tips for the clueless women out there. Here’s my tip on how not to get caught up with someone else’s man. Here’s how to ask the right questions to find out if the man is married or not. Questions 1-7 are from my girl Shadow. She’s one the smartest women I know, actually she comes from a group of the smartest women I know, the Eurwebbers. Shouts out to Renay, TLC, C10, AKG, Tonya, Cladia, and my big brutha DalTee. Let’s get back to the list I get teary eyed when I talk about my cyber family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1) Are you married? It's either yes or no. Yes or no. There's no "Well...I'm in the process of..." No, you're either married or you’re not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2) Do you have a girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3) Is there anyone who thinks she's your girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4) Are you in a committed relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5) Is there anyone who thinks she's in a committed relationship withyou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;6) Do you have any kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;7) Does the mother of your kids think that she's in a relationship with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;8)Do you have a roommate, that think you’re more than roommates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;9) Are you gay or bisexual?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;10) Is there anything that you think I should know about you and somebody else? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;11) Can I call your house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Type this up and make him sign it! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;____________ _________ ___ __________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Signature       Witness      Date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113339932048239649?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113339932048239649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113339932048239649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113339932048239649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113339932048239649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/since-were-on-subject-sorta.html' title='Since We&apos;re On The Subject (Sorta)'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113331136041248157</id><published>2005-11-29T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:42:40.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Sings The Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes ladies and gentlemen tonight is a feature night!! Tonight I'm honoring or bashing, whatever you want to call it, the ORIGINGAL diva Ms. Diana Ross. Diana was the first non-singing singer and paved the way for many other singers who can't really sing. Like who you say? Janet Jackson, Ashanti, Ciarra, to name a few. I've always like Diana because I can't sang either, but I can sing Endless Love or Muscles and sound good. Diana has also been inspiration to many drag queens including Michael Jackson. So I don't care how many titties she grab, arrest, or people she beat down, she'll always be my girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They released Lady Sings the Blues on DVD recently (let me go add to my Amazon Wish List)  and of course Diana was there in all her early 80s glamour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/ladydi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/ladydi.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Those teeth Mr. Ross are not befitting of a Diva of your stature.  I know you got money girl, you married a gazillionaire and he's dead too!  Let's get crackin on the teeth whitening or at least purchase some Crest White Strips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Msross.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Msross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; What a nice picture, the Diva and some of children.  Ross is her oldest son and he's on the left, he's her son by the rich greek shippind dud.  Then there's her daughter Chudney, who's Tracee Ellis full sister (can't you see the resemblence?), and on the end that's Evan little cute self who is Ross's full brother.  Call me Evan if you need an "Auntie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Diana.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Diana.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ross, Chudney, and Evan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/rosskids.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/rosskids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Chudney is a model.  I don't particulary remember ever seeing her in anything.  Hell I forgot she even existed.  Diana sure made sure her daughters got those eyes, at least Chudney has nice legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/girlross.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/girlross.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I thought it was only fair that I showed Diana's other daughters.  This is from the Essence Magazine shoot a years or so ago.  Tracee and Diana looked awesome. I absolutely loved the spread of them two, it was very nice.   I'm going to have to do something like that with my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/homepage_D_TRoss_vert.0.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/homepage_D_TRoss_vert.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; And this is Diana's only all Black child Rhonda.  Although she looks a lot like her mother, she didn't play her in the Tempation movie, she played somebody else.  Diana walked her down the aisle on her wedding day.  I wonder why her dadd Berry Gordy didn't do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/07_diana_ross_and_rhonda.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/07_diana_ross_and_rhonda.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't complete this thread without showing Diana with Berry Gordy.  He really hasn't age much, except the gray hair.  Do y'all remember when Billy Dee Williams was the SHYT?  Well I don't!  I'm much too young for that.....LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/dianabilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/dianabilly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18100745-113331136041248157?l=motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113331136041248157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18100745&amp;postID=113331136041248157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113331136041248157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18100745/posts/default/113331136041248157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motorcityhotgirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/lady-sings-blues.html' title='Lady Sings The Blues'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10211351320234173268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/7703/sassybee1jz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18100745.post-113330432116645915</id><published>2005-11-29T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T17:45:45.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabrielle Union Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well after all the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.montereyherald.com/mld/montereyherald/entertainment/13036384.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;controversy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Gabby finally had her birthday party earlier this month. She and her hair stylist Kyhia celebrated together. As you can see from the pictures it turned out to be quite the affair. Y'all know she aint my favorite person so let's get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby and soon to be ex-husband Chris Howard an what looks like an awkward embrace. Damn her edges are nappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/gabbyhubby3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/gabbyhubby3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gabby posing with my girl Tamala Jones. I don't recognize the guy on the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/gabtam.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/gabtam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Gabby looking nice and skanky in this pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/gabbyhubby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/gabbyhubby2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gabby and her hair stylist Kyhia. Why don't hairdresser comb their own heads?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/Gabbykyhia.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/Gabbykyhia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I admit, this is a nice pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/gabby4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/gabby4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I might have the folks in this picture wrong. I know that's Essence Atkins in the red hat and Megan Goode in the bunny ears. I want to say that's Maia Campbell on the end, but I'm not sure. I know that she doesn't get along Megan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/gabbyfrenz.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/gabbyfrenz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I don't know who any of these woman are, but they look good and toasted by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/gab.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/gab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Kyhia and some friends, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/gabb.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/gabb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyhia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/kyhia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/kyhia1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; This is where it get's confusing for me. Why the fugg did they have female strippers at a woman's birthday party. I did hear rumors, but I'm not going to go there. Y'all already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/1600/gabp.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1359/1763/320/gabp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Is that a woman tipping? 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