<?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-10937807</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:59:42.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Just Shine... Bling</title><subtitle type='html'>"What lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters compared to what lives within us."
                          -Oliver Wendell Holmes</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fsubelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10937807/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fsubelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12976326576139829611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/103/3668/320/2005_0212Image0001.1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10937807.post-111595113429679557</id><published>2005-05-12T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T22:25:34.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doigt is my Daddy</title><content type='html'>Jump Jump....&lt;br /&gt;Mac Daddy Wanna Make You Jump....&lt;br /&gt;Awe ya, shake it Dedos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10937807-111595113429679557?l=fsubelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fsubelle.blogspot.com/feeds/111595113429679557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10937807&amp;postID=111595113429679557&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10937807/posts/default/111595113429679557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10937807/posts/default/111595113429679557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fsubelle.blogspot.com/2005/05/doigt-is-my-daddy.html' title='Doigt is my Daddy'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12976326576139829611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/103/3668/320/2005_0212Image0001.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10937807.post-111155837965861562</id><published>2005-03-23T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T01:12:59.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Defense</title><content type='html'>Today is the day.  In exactly 12 hours my graduate school fate will be decided.  Hopefully I will come back and be able to give each of you a very happy "Woot, Woot."  We shall soon see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10937807-111155837965861562?l=fsubelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fsubelle.blogspot.com/feeds/111155837965861562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10937807&amp;postID=111155837965861562&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10937807/posts/default/111155837965861562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10937807/posts/default/111155837965861562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fsubelle.blogspot.com/2005/03/defense.html' title='The Defense'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12976326576139829611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/103/3668/320/2005_0212Image0001.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10937807.post-111074488054520394</id><published>2005-03-14T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T23:59:19.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Smarty Pants!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, according to "Celebrate the Date" on &lt;em&gt;Yahoo Greetings&lt;/em&gt; marks a very special holiday. Not only is this holiday special, but it is very personal and dear to my heart... Considering the fact that I am, well, a genius.&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;Without Further Ado... I wish you: &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;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY GENIUS DAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This holiday is in celebration of Albert Einstein, who was born on this date in 1879. Can I get a WOOT-WOOT for the late, great Mr. Einstein?!&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;Be a good friend, celebrate intelligence and wish those you care about a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Happy Genius Day!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10937807-111074488054520394?l=fsubelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fsubelle.blogspot.com/feeds/111074488054520394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10937807&amp;postID=111074488054520394&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10937807/posts/default/111074488054520394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10937807/posts/default/111074488054520394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fsubelle.blogspot.com/2005/03/hey-smarty-pants.html' title='Hey Smarty Pants!'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12976326576139829611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/103/3668/320/2005_0212Image0001.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10937807.post-111017310644955592</id><published>2005-03-07T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T00:37:28.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Carol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;"The real test of friendship is: Can you literally do nothing with the other person? Can you enjoy together those moments of life that are utterly simple? They are the moments people look back on at the end of life and number as their most sacred experiences." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;-Eugene Kennedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 23rd Birthday Carol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Thanks for giving me the gift of friendship. I pray that God continues to bless our friendship and look forward to the many memories that are in store for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;"Friendship is like a rose... opening one petal at a time, only as it unfolds... day by day does it reveal it's true beauty." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;-Joan Walsh Anglund&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10937807-111017310644955592?l=fsubelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fsubelle.blogspot.com/feeds/111017310644955592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10937807&amp;postID=111017310644955592&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10937807/posts/default/111017310644955592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10937807/posts/default/111017310644955592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fsubelle.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-birthday-carol.html' title='Happy Birthday Carol!'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12976326576139829611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/103/3668/320/2005_0212Image0001.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10937807.post-110982934687848265</id><published>2005-03-03T00:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T00:55:46.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Hollow Here Yo</title><content type='html'>So this post comes as a response to a little competition that has been brewing between several individuals that think they are furious typers.  They claim that they have this "A- factor"-- a ".625 A-Factor" to be precise. This said "advantage" has been claimed as a quality that cannot be reckoned with.   My reply, along with my partner-in-crime and her pet plant Kiwanis was, "Hey you might have the A-Factor but we have the G-Factor."  To prove that our words are not merely "hollow" I have the following words to speak:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"1/16 Deutsche Aufzinsungsfaktor einkehrend auf euch."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;There, that should do it.  Oh, by the way... if you haven't already,  say hello to Kiwanis for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10937807-110982934687848265?l=fsubelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fsubelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110982934687848265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10937807&amp;postID=110982934687848265&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10937807/posts/default/110982934687848265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10937807/posts/default/110982934687848265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fsubelle.blogspot.com/2005/03/not-so-hollow-here-yo.html' title='Not So Hollow Here Yo'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12976326576139829611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/103/3668/320/2005_0212Image0001.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10937807.post-110979415924082991</id><published>2005-03-02T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T15:09:19.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Random</title><content type='html'>So I ask this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the window or to the wall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your take?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10937807-110979415924082991?l=fsubelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fsubelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110979415924082991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10937807&amp;postID=110979415924082991&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10937807/posts/default/110979415924082991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10937807/posts/default/110979415924082991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fsubelle.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-random.html' title='Just Random'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12976326576139829611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/103/3668/320/2005_0212Image0001.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10937807.post-110956566486420655</id><published>2005-02-27T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T00:03:19.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pick-up sticks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Remember that game you used to play when you were young? Well, for those of you who know what I am talking about, that is kinda where I feel in my life right now. Not that I am "picking up" any pieces but that I am just waiting to see where things fall into place for my life. Trying to see if I let it all go... if I drop all the pieces... where all the elements of my life will fall. Letting it all go might sound pretty depressing, as it can be interpreted that way for those who have always associated "letting it go" with just not caring. However for me this means something else and is a big step-- one that I have been meaning to make for years. To "let it all go" is simply to say &lt;em&gt;"Enough!" I cannot control all of the elements in my life. Here Lord, I am giving it all over to you: Let the pieces fall where You intend. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I have always wanted to control things in my life, I tend to be a perfectionist and have it in my nature. At the present moment I have a hard time allowing the "unknown" to be known: to be embraced without fear, to be an accepted, exciting adventure. I am embarking on this quest as I have fallen and been broken time and time again by my own dismay and bad decisions. For I am only human and I will always err. My plans &lt;em&gt;are not always&lt;/em&gt; the best plans, and for this realization I surrender. I know that at times that battle may once again arise-- the battle to do my own will in my life, the battle for a quick fix, a battle for control. But for this I pray that I will forever surrender to the will of my Lord. For only then will I learn true contenment and the plan God has for me. A plan that I know deep down in my heart will be far greater than anything I could ever imagine.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10937807-110956566486420655?l=fsubelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fsubelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110956566486420655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10937807&amp;postID=110956566486420655&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10937807/posts/default/110956566486420655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10937807/posts/default/110956566486420655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fsubelle.blogspot.com/2005/02/pick-up-sticks.html' title='pick-up sticks'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12976326576139829611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/103/3668/320/2005_0212Image0001.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10937807.post-110926910788659627</id><published>2005-02-24T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T13:19:19.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabbatical</title><content type='html'>Dear &lt;em&gt;Don't Just Shine... Bling&lt;/em&gt; Readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Thursday, February 24th, I, (Dawn), Co-CEO of &lt;em&gt;The Ghettofyers&lt;/em&gt;, am taking a sabbatical. Please allow me to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Ghettofyers&lt;/em&gt; is an organization a friend and I started several years ago in an effort to keep America ghetto. We both have a great passion and love for the ghetto things in life; our official motto is “&lt;em&gt;Stay Crunk or Die&lt;/em&gt;.” In addition to being off the chain, and really, really ridiculously good looking, we also happen to be fast and furious typers; we make people cry we’re so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For several months now, a couple of boys, who claim to have the .625 A factor, have challenged and questioned our typing integrity. They think that 1/16 German factor is a joke? These boys have continually gotten up in our grill, talking all kinds of smack about their mad skills. As Communications professionals, we cannot allow this to go down. We have a high reputation to maintain; we will not let these boys think they are better than us…we will regulate once and for all; we will prove we’re the only ones who are off the hizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, after months of being nice and letting shiznit slip, we have decided to Trump it Up! We will be making our official challenge today; we are confident we can kick some .625 A factor bootie. We have officially proclaimed today as &lt;em&gt;“Crunk Typing Day”; &lt;/em&gt;please take a moment to let that sink in. If there’s someone around you right now I urge you to be a good friend and wish them a &lt;strong&gt;Happy Crunk Typing Day…&lt;/strong&gt;friends don’t let friends take important holidays for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be back to our regular blogging ways tomorrow, once &lt;strong&gt;the official Type-Off challenge&lt;/strong&gt; has been given. We must use this time to meditate and prepare for the official challenge. Therefore, we apologize for any inconvenience the lack of blogging today might cause; we love you all and will be back shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it tight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn&lt;br /&gt;Co-CEO of &lt;em&gt;The Ghettofyers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. You can delerik our kugellagers .625 A factor Capitans!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10937807-110926910788659627?l=fsubelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fsubelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110926910788659627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10937807&amp;postID=110926910788659627&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10937807/posts/default/110926910788659627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10937807/posts/default/110926910788659627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fsubelle.blogspot.com/2005/02/sabbatical.html' title='Sabbatical'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12976326576139829611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/103/3668/320/2005_0212Image0001.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10937807.post-110896482895785700</id><published>2005-02-21T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T00:53:41.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Hear You!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Can I Get a &lt;em&gt;HOLLA&lt;/em&gt; for My Thesis?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"HOLLA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As many of you know the thesis is far from over. But since it is with me always, I figured it could use some lovin'... I mean I don't give it none, cause it's all up in my grill! C- you got me right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Go ahead... give it a holla back yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Comon' just say it:  "Holla Thesis, Holla."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10937807-110896482895785700?l=fsubelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fsubelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110896482895785700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10937807&amp;postID=110896482895785700&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10937807/posts/default/110896482895785700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10937807/posts/default/110896482895785700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fsubelle.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-cant-hear-you.html' title='I Can&apos;t Hear You!!!'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12976326576139829611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/103/3668/320/2005_0212Image0001.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10937807.post-110888201405123770</id><published>2005-02-20T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T02:31:22.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Before there was time, You counted the hairs on my head.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u knew all the words that I've said, You purchased me back from the dead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before I was made, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You searched me and You knew my ways.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You numbered all of my days and s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;et forth the steps I would take..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;This is part of the lyrics from a song by Caedmon's Call entitled, "Before there was time." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;I felt it necessary to share this because I know many individuals that continue to feel that something in their lives are missing. I admit, I often feel this way: I mean, how can you not? With Valentine's day just past, friends getting married, and the society in which we live which implies one is often not "complete" until she/he has found the "one" in which they will spend the rest of their life with... it is inevitable not to seek love. To all the beautiful, intelligent, female friends I have, I want you to remember as I did when hearing this song once again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;The definition of love= God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;What an amazing concept to know that before we were made we were planned for a very specific purpose... searched and truly known. Keep searching, but alter the course to actually search Love in all His greatness.. for then our hearts will be truly content. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;I love you gals! Keep the bling-bling glowing... pimp it all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&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/10937807-110888201405123770?l=fsubelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fsubelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110888201405123770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10937807&amp;postID=110888201405123770&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10937807/posts/default/110888201405123770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10937807/posts/default/110888201405123770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fsubelle.blogspot.com/2005/02/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12976326576139829611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/103/3668/320/2005_0212Image0001.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10937807.post-110880830605565342</id><published>2005-02-19T05:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T05:18:26.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Ready for some Bling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10937807-110880830605565342?l=fsubelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fsubelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110880830605565342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10937807&amp;postID=110880830605565342&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10937807/posts/default/110880830605565342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10937807/posts/default/110880830605565342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fsubelle.blogspot.com/2005/02/get-ready-for-some-bling.html' title='Get Ready for some Bling!'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12976326576139829611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/103/3668/320/2005_0212Image0001.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
