<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16792153</id><updated>2009-10-30T13:33:24.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Soul of A Queen</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes I can be quiet..and then at other times I'm cocky and you can't shut me up...sometimes I'm just searching for nothing..or looking for the world..and every now and then I figure I might want to share...   Hope all who read, can enjoy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>brwn_eyes_brwngirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12805503742945297547</uri><email>januariharris@msn.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>179</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16792153.post-2766197100143532234</id><published>2009-08-14T00:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:18:24.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My own 6 degrees of seperation..</title><content type='html'>So I found this picture today on the bus.... *I plan on scanning it in a little later...* but I remember when I lost my digi in DC...I was heart broken....I found a cell phone on the bus once...and easily called a few number and return the phone and the picture of his wifes boobs to him safely (she had nice breast too...) but anyways...I hate losing things myself... so I decided on an experiment of my own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://denver.craigslist.org/laf/1322416305.html"&gt;http://denver.craigslist.org/laf/1322416305.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does 6 degrees of seperation really work...will I ever find the owner...will they lose at roshambo?? who is uncle bruce???... (these question to be answer next week)...lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck in helping me...I know you want too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16792153-2766197100143532234?l=lovesjanuari.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/feeds/2766197100143532234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16792153&amp;postID=2766197100143532234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/2766197100143532234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/2766197100143532234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-own-6-degrees-of-seperation.html' title='My own 6 degrees of seperation..'/><author><name>brwn_eyes_brwngirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12805503742945297547</uri><email>januariharris@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04709982744333392667'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16792153.post-7258992779125482338</id><published>2009-08-13T01:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T01:31:31.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch a VCD not a STD!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.1015fmradio.com/images/events/aids_walk_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.1015fmradio.com/images/events/aids_walk_09.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you haven't heard the news...Vintage Clutch Divas is partaking in the AIDs Walk Colorado this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.kintera.org/faf/donorReg/donorPledge.asp?supId=0&amp;ievent=305922&amp;lis=1&amp;kntae305922=1DB654D84F1A4F85ADD8A089AD2907F5&amp;team=3433044"&gt;Vintage Clutch Diva AIDs Walk Donor page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you would love to join our team it isn't too late...or if you would love to donate money and sponsor us on the journey...it isn't too late for that either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will post pictures of the walk and everyone walking with our team will recieve a special made VCD little tote (perfect for carrying lunches and letting people know you care.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay fly and aware.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love, and VCDing!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16792153-7258992779125482338?l=lovesjanuari.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/feeds/7258992779125482338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16792153&amp;postID=7258992779125482338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/7258992779125482338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/7258992779125482338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/2009/08/catch-vcd-not-std.html' title='Catch a VCD not a STD!!!'/><author><name>brwn_eyes_brwngirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12805503742945297547</uri><email>januariharris@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04709982744333392667'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16792153.post-501776269762533989</id><published>2009-07-12T15:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T15:19:14.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shirts and clutches</title><content type='html'>now availiable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recycle Beats &amp; Blood Money (che guevara) ...more shirts coming soon...&lt;br /&gt;to inquire about them email me...januari@vintageclutchdivas.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the shirts are men sizes but as you see look just as good on women. :)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs178.snc1/6689_114642353656_628248656_2123976_2537268_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs198.snc1/6689_114642398656_628248656_2123984_5269856_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purses ..one of a kind...each purse has it's own personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs163.snc1/6092_101530761692_79167651692_2223797_80529_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 349px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs163.snc1/6092_101530761692_79167651692_2223797_80529_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs163.snc1/6092_101530746692_79167651692_2223794_5183442_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 349px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs163.snc1/6092_101530746692_79167651692_2223794_5183442_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16792153-501776269762533989?l=lovesjanuari.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/feeds/501776269762533989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16792153&amp;postID=501776269762533989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/501776269762533989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/501776269762533989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/2009/07/shirts-and-clutches.html' title='Shirts and clutches'/><author><name>brwn_eyes_brwngirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12805503742945297547</uri><email>januariharris@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04709982744333392667'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16792153.post-3158785578717988511</id><published>2009-06-13T14:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T14:14:38.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For my Azizam in honour of his new year.</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was my Love's birthday, and even though I couldn't be in the same state to help him celebrate (we will in 3 weeks )  I wrote him this poem... I didn't title it...what do you guys think the title should be??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart you live inside...&lt;br /&gt;equivalent  to&lt;br /&gt;old fashion love letters,&lt;br /&gt;tucked away and cherished under beds&lt;br /&gt;protected by ribbons wrapped up&lt;br /&gt;and  place carefully inside shoe boxes...&lt;br /&gt;my love for you is just as important&lt;br /&gt;and just as delicate,&lt;br /&gt;while the ink insides those love notes,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes becomes temporary&lt;br /&gt;begins to fade, permanent in ones mind&lt;br /&gt;each word tends to become memorized&lt;br /&gt;from being read over and over&lt;br /&gt;from time to time.                                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;with you, I've done just the same,&lt;br /&gt;imprinted you in my soul,&lt;br /&gt;memorized your touch&lt;br /&gt;for the moments when we've&lt;br /&gt;been apart for way too long.&lt;br /&gt;so dreams become contrary to popular songs,&lt;br /&gt;as I dabble in the ideals of the opposite&lt;br /&gt;damn the left, I want to make you irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;better yet, you've become&lt;br /&gt;the non-negotiable factor...&lt;br /&gt;as I can change hair&lt;br /&gt;without a care, even moods...&lt;br /&gt;for you the verdict remains the same&lt;br /&gt;always...&lt;br /&gt;that mere words can not express&lt;br /&gt;and what I could write between the&lt;br /&gt;lines of many poems&lt;br /&gt;is just a tiny speck&lt;br /&gt;inside of the truth,&lt;br /&gt;as I try to express my feelings for you,&lt;br /&gt;the glow of my heart, is a tell tale sign&lt;br /&gt;of how I wanna get lost in this lifetime&lt;br /&gt;shared between us,&lt;br /&gt;wake up wondering when time learned to fly,…&lt;br /&gt;and on those days when time goes slow,&lt;br /&gt;I'll appreciate and admire&lt;br /&gt;the course we've traveled together...&lt;br /&gt;amazed at  how it creeps&lt;br /&gt;like a old school slow jam&lt;br /&gt;and with you....&lt;br /&gt;I want for the “we” to become like those&lt;br /&gt;love songs that people consider the “classic”&lt;br /&gt;as we merge into each other souls,&lt;br /&gt;belonging to each other&lt;br /&gt;forever,&lt;br /&gt;and always....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06/12/09 - jfh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16792153-3158785578717988511?l=lovesjanuari.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/feeds/3158785578717988511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16792153&amp;postID=3158785578717988511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/3158785578717988511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/3158785578717988511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-my-azizam-in-honour-of-his-new-year.html' title='For my Azizam in honour of his new year.'/><author><name>brwn_eyes_brwngirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12805503742945297547</uri><email>januariharris@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04709982744333392667'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16792153.post-7684916975947600513</id><published>2009-04-09T21:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:34:28.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love made out of paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A love made out of paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give you anything that your heart desires,&lt;br /&gt;and I'd treat each moment with you like antiques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and never will my gray hair&lt;br /&gt;make me feel embarrassed&lt;br /&gt;as silver begins to become sneaky&lt;br /&gt;and peek through the black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while you'll never have to&lt;br /&gt;worry or wonder about my wrinkles&lt;br /&gt;and if I am ever ashamed of them&lt;br /&gt;the newly defined lines upon my skin&lt;br /&gt;un-hidden they are evidence of your movements&lt;br /&gt;living deep inside my smile;&lt;br /&gt;like the reason for my possessions of crows feet.                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you don't have to confirm to me my youth&lt;br /&gt;as if fresh age hasn't quite started to fade yet&lt;br /&gt;with you I forget years of creaky bones&lt;br /&gt;as daily laughter erupts from deep in the soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with I won't be afraid of love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or papers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jfh.0409&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16792153-7684916975947600513?l=lovesjanuari.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/feeds/7684916975947600513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16792153&amp;postID=7684916975947600513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/7684916975947600513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/7684916975947600513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-made-out-of-paper.html' title='Love made out of paper'/><author><name>brwn_eyes_brwngirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12805503742945297547</uri><email>januariharris@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04709982744333392667'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16792153.post-4583220148169058600</id><published>2009-02-05T18:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:57:34.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku's</title><content type='html'>Love Sacrifice (written by me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you I'd hide my &lt;br /&gt;hair; always wear long pants; not&lt;br /&gt;hold hands in public&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Delight (written for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her taste is so good,&lt;br /&gt;that I gave up carbs. Now I &lt;br /&gt;live longer with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love is in the sole (written by me for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my men to&lt;br /&gt;be like my money. Can buy &lt;br /&gt;me many cute shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16792153-4583220148169058600?l=lovesjanuari.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/feeds/4583220148169058600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16792153&amp;postID=4583220148169058600' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/4583220148169058600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/4583220148169058600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/2009/02/haikus.html' title='Haiku&apos;s'/><author><name>brwn_eyes_brwngirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12805503742945297547</uri><email>januariharris@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04709982744333392667'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16792153.post-122728803914432553</id><published>2009-02-02T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:57:26.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love like Foreign Lands VII (for Babak)</title><content type='html'>Love Like Foreign Lands –VII &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to write the atlas to your soul,&lt;br /&gt;become so scientific with the method of discovery,&lt;br /&gt;I want to dwell deep within and learn every inch....&lt;br /&gt;bone, &lt;br /&gt;curve, &lt;br /&gt;scrape,&lt;br /&gt;bump, &lt;br /&gt;scratch, &lt;br /&gt;bruise,&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;mole,&lt;br /&gt;the birthmarks, &lt;br /&gt;that maps your body,&lt;br /&gt;I'll study your lips, kiss them to measure the softness,&lt;br /&gt;bite them slightly to see how full and thick they are, &lt;br /&gt;run my tongue around the outline to take note of the borders, &lt;br /&gt;suck them to get their natural flavor, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in my memory, I'll write that each touch of them&lt;br /&gt;each brush and press of them against my lips, &lt;br /&gt;taste like the air on a warm spring day.&lt;br /&gt;and in your eyes, I see the sun,&lt;br /&gt;infinite possibilities of happiness &lt;br /&gt;some secrets of what we plan to build, hopes of future will.&lt;br /&gt;while in your eyes, I'll see the son, &lt;br /&gt;roots embedded deep in fertile soil&lt;br /&gt;encourage the build of a stable family tree, &lt;br /&gt;and seeds that live inside our lap, &lt;br /&gt;the evidence of a evolution, the evidence of a simple caress. &lt;br /&gt;so I'll study your touch, as you imprint yourself into me, &lt;br /&gt;your body temperature perfect, brings warmth to my cold flesh, &lt;br /&gt;the pressure of a hug, anxiously closer to you I pull, &lt;br /&gt;wanting each cell of my skin &lt;br /&gt;to find a perfect mate to kiss &lt;br /&gt;among each cell of your skin.&lt;br /&gt;close my eyes and breathe slightly,&lt;br /&gt;I want you to sink and rise inside me. &lt;br /&gt;as the urge to have us infused and bind, &lt;br /&gt;we conquer the ability to share space and time, &lt;br /&gt;and I will chart and graph each event, &lt;br /&gt;all the kisses, touches, whispers, &lt;br /&gt;precise and accurate, treat each year's new resolution &lt;br /&gt;as the reason to devote every day &lt;br /&gt;into re-surveying the area of your body, &lt;br /&gt;learning of your aura, as if it was the first time again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16792153-122728803914432553?l=lovesjanuari.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/feeds/122728803914432553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16792153&amp;postID=122728803914432553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/122728803914432553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/122728803914432553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-like-foreign-lands-vii-for-babak.html' title='Love like Foreign Lands VII (for Babak)'/><author><name>brwn_eyes_brwngirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12805503742945297547</uri><email>januariharris@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04709982744333392667'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16792153.post-4159889379224404518</id><published>2008-12-10T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:59:07.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It isn't overrated</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It isn't overrated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we are just&lt;br /&gt;not doing it yet.&lt;br /&gt;Confused, begin to call an &lt;br /&gt;anthill a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;no one is ever impressed with &lt;br /&gt;conquering mountains &lt;br /&gt;the size of anthills?&lt;br /&gt;just as well as excitement dies&lt;br /&gt;in cases of mistaken identity,&lt;br /&gt;a common wrong made&lt;br /&gt;popular by many. &lt;br /&gt;While to those who have &lt;br /&gt;reach the top and seen the view&lt;br /&gt;it isn't overrated&lt;br /&gt;You'll show with actions&lt;br /&gt;and I'll use my words&lt;br /&gt;while every now and then &lt;br /&gt;just for the thrill to be able to &lt;br /&gt;shake things up quite a bit&lt;br /&gt;we'll trade spaces through &lt;br /&gt;place and time.&lt;br /&gt;and we both can agree&lt;br /&gt;it isn't overrated.&lt;br /&gt;my baby,&lt;br /&gt;{joonam}, &lt;br /&gt;my heart,&lt;br /&gt;{azizam},&lt;br /&gt;my sweetie,&lt;br /&gt;{kuchuluam}, &lt;br /&gt;my darling....&lt;br /&gt;I want to call you...&lt;br /&gt;I want to call you every name under the moon&lt;br /&gt;just because...&lt;br /&gt;I like to hear the way they roll off my tongue&lt;br /&gt;and sing to you, therefore ....&lt;br /&gt;it isn't overrated&lt;br /&gt;I want to desire, to beg for a kiss&lt;br /&gt;just one more upon my lips please...&lt;br /&gt;{meboosamet}&lt;br /&gt;just for the thrill of it, not&lt;br /&gt;because I've been deprived by you&lt;br /&gt;but I want to bring that rise in you.&lt;br /&gt;it isn't overrated&lt;br /&gt;I want to desire, to beg to sit on your lap&lt;br /&gt;just so I can talk dirty in your ear....&lt;br /&gt;{meekonamet}&lt;br /&gt;just for the thrill of it, not &lt;br /&gt;because I've been deprived by you&lt;br /&gt;but I want to bring that rise in you.&lt;br /&gt;it isn't overrated&lt;br /&gt;I want to desire, to beg &lt;br /&gt;just for the sake of begging....&lt;br /&gt;{mikhamet}&lt;br /&gt;just for the thrill of it, not &lt;br /&gt;because I've been deprived by you&lt;br /&gt;but I want to bring that rise in you.&lt;br /&gt;it isn't overrated&lt;br /&gt;we can buy tickets for two&lt;br /&gt;and share a seat as we journey&lt;br /&gt;on a ride to fill a lifetime &lt;br /&gt;enjoying every &lt;br /&gt;twist, curve, surprise, &lt;br /&gt;just to confirm the truth of the wise....&lt;br /&gt;hoping to do it right&lt;br /&gt;for the good of it&lt;br /&gt;for the bad of it&lt;br /&gt;it isn't overrated &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jfh-12.10.08 (4 my favorite...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16792153-4159889379224404518?l=lovesjanuari.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/feeds/4159889379224404518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16792153&amp;postID=4159889379224404518' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/4159889379224404518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/4159889379224404518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-isnt-overrated.html' title='It isn&apos;t overrated'/><author><name>brwn_eyes_brwngirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12805503742945297547</uri><email>januariharris@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04709982744333392667'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16792153.post-7512593379519659902</id><published>2008-12-04T19:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:51:49.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>selfish</title><content type='html'>let me hold the monopoly on your memories&lt;br /&gt;because I'm selfish like that&lt;br /&gt;give me &lt;br /&gt;the good times&lt;br /&gt;the bad times&lt;br /&gt;the ones filled with laughter&lt;br /&gt;those sentiments you captured&lt;br /&gt;in pictures to be kept long after &lt;br /&gt;the events have come to past&lt;br /&gt;and when it gets tough&lt;br /&gt;I want you to remember&lt;br /&gt;how looking into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;made you realize things would be alright&lt;br /&gt;no matter what it seemed like, on the outside, &lt;br /&gt;I want to be submerged and smuggled,&lt;br /&gt;hidden in photos and dreams&lt;br /&gt;and sections in between, &lt;br /&gt;scents that linger&lt;br /&gt;and song that trigger&lt;br /&gt;memories .....because I'm selfish like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me hold the monopoly on your fantasies&lt;br /&gt;because I'm selfish like that &lt;br /&gt;I want&lt;br /&gt;the kinky times&lt;br /&gt;the freaky times&lt;br /&gt;the ones with all things mushy &lt;br /&gt;and romantically incline &lt;br /&gt;that could make even the toughest &lt;br /&gt;woman made out of hot molten rock erupt&lt;br /&gt;and melt into warm lava &lt;br /&gt;while she slips away inside your arms &lt;br /&gt;until the morning sunlight comes.&lt;br /&gt;give me those afternoon thoughts when&lt;br /&gt;we've been apart for way too long,&lt;br /&gt;and those pre-planned four play plots&lt;br /&gt;from nights as you drive, &lt;br /&gt;impatient and excited for the arrival home &lt;br /&gt;just to act out everything &lt;br /&gt;you mapped out &lt;br /&gt;that you would do &lt;br /&gt;to get me to that level of love supreme&lt;br /&gt;just as you pictured &lt;br /&gt;would happen inside your &lt;br /&gt;fantasies ....because I'm selfish like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in return I'd give you &lt;br /&gt;the key to my soul&lt;br /&gt;the book to my laughter&lt;br /&gt;the movie about my heart &lt;br /&gt;and the map &lt;br /&gt;to show you the way back&lt;br /&gt;to my eyes &lt;br /&gt;just in case you forget the way &lt;br /&gt;sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;I've saved my touch&lt;br /&gt;for you to come and stake and claim &lt;br /&gt;selfishly keeping just so you can &lt;br /&gt;treat my body, mind and soul as &lt;br /&gt;your very own monopoly&lt;br /&gt;as I sometimes tend to become &lt;br /&gt;slightly selfish when making major decision &lt;br /&gt;that happen to be just so important like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jfh-12/2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16792153-7512593379519659902?l=lovesjanuari.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/feeds/7512593379519659902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16792153&amp;postID=7512593379519659902' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/7512593379519659902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/7512593379519659902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/2008/12/selfish.html' title='selfish'/><author><name>brwn_eyes_brwngirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12805503742945297547</uri><email>januariharris@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04709982744333392667'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16792153.post-1692648463845196833</id><published>2008-12-03T19:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:24:36.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it keeps calling me</title><content type='html'>So it hasn't even been a week....I feel like I know what crack heads go through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean 6 days and I was jonesin for a blog...I was itching for a way to voice my opinion..and I realize I blog because if I didn't, no one...I mean NOT one Single soul would know things like this happen in the world...but they do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after this I will try to really disappear (I can't make it a promise...it gets hard for me...) .. but at least until the new year comes  I want to hide and lurk and then I will re-open the blog on Jan 7th....like Diddy does the studio...(now I know why Jay Z and Too Short and other artist say they retire but never really do....if it is your life line it is hard to just stop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dishonored my precious nose....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so have you ever had a co-worker...that smell not quite right (I know you have...who hasn't ...whatever..) but this one is different you guys don't understand... have you ever had a co-worker who smells like he just took a shit in his pants...I mean think about hot garbage on a sunny day sitting in the sun baking...but not just any hot garbage, think of dead rats that have been dead for 2 weeks baking in the sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he smells like that...usually I am able to avoid going into the room he sits in or anywhere near his desk so I'm air free....until today, he walks into my nice "clean air" room where the door was closed to keep outside smells like onion and garlic lunches out in the hallway, and he closes the door behind him ...now that smell is following him...that 'something just crawled in my ass and died' smelled, so of course it follows him into the room I sit in and with him closing the door it didn't help...so he was in the room probably about 30 seconds and walks back out and closes the door again...WTF!!! ...I was pissed because I can't believe his stanking ass just polluted the air and closed the door to keep it trapped in there with the resident of our office...so I open the door, my other co-worker turned on the air even though we were already cold we figured we rather be cold and pushing the funk out rather than die from smelling it...... I mean it was horrible....I haven't had to encounter his smell for about a year and a half now...I'm usually great at avoiding his odor but damn...now the score is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nasty co-workers death smell -3 vs. Januari's nose -10,0000000  (even though it looks like I'm winning, those 3 points are way more powerful so I'm getting my ass kicked),,, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like so bad that I feel like a kid who just went to the doctor and got a shot....I cry then I forget about it until I see the band aid and then I'm reminded of the pain so I cry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to worry that my co-worker has unintentionally murder someone...I mean that is the only excuse for that smell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he must have been on his way to work one day and sat on the bus next to this little scrawny kid -120 poundd -5'3 - 8th string running back on the freshmen football squad and he might have moved a little too close to the boy and sucked the boy into the cracks of his flesh...and that poor little boy was suffocated and died...but since my co-worker doesn't shower too often he isn't aware he has a missing child lodge between the roll that hides his ribs and kisses his belly.....that poor freshman with a life ahead of him now dead and wrapped up like a pig in a blanket, his smell of death helping to pollute the air I breath, not because it was his fault but because he sat to close to a man who look like the Colonel Sanders from KFC....that little boy was fooled into thinking that man had chicken when he didn't have chicken, must have snuggled up against him trying to breath the smell of chicken and started to sink into the flesh never to be seen again and died immediately from the horrible smell, only to add to the smell with the stench of death from his missing corpse.....such a tragic chain of events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they should have laws against things like that from happening.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace loves...miss yall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16792153-1692648463845196833?l=lovesjanuari.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/feeds/1692648463845196833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16792153&amp;postID=1692648463845196833' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/1692648463845196833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/1692648463845196833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-keeps-calling-me.html' title='it keeps calling me'/><author><name>brwn_eyes_brwngirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12805503742945297547</uri><email>januariharris@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04709982744333392667'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16792153.post-2409050508734728368</id><published>2008-11-27T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T13:28:24.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well....</title><content type='html'>It's been fun, but I think this is the last blog I will do on here....I am not planning on blogging any more on my myspace blog.  (I don't plan on reading or commeting on any more either) ....I have no vaild reason for stopping, just think this is a good stopping point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16792153-2409050508734728368?l=lovesjanuari.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/feeds/2409050508734728368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16792153&amp;postID=2409050508734728368' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/2409050508734728368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/2409050508734728368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/2008/11/well.html' title='well....'/><author><name>brwn_eyes_brwngirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12805503742945297547</uri><email>januariharris@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04709982744333392667'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16792153.post-2115199980672950866</id><published>2008-11-23T21:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:39:55.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Reason A Woman Needs A Gun</title><content type='html'>So lately if you haven't noticed...I've been on this list making kick...no clue why but it is still rolling hard...therefore, I've moved on to bigger better things...lol...(not really but you know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the mood for random top ten list. I'm willing to get help on these list so if you have a reason you feel belongs on the list ...let me know and I might just include it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weeks list is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Top Ten Reason A Woman Needs A Gun&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;#10. Because "Baby I'm sorry I cheated on you with the baby sitter" is easier to say with a Desert Eagle pointed at your dome. (submitted by Sticky)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;#9. Because how else are you going to get a peep hole in the front door so you can tell who is knocking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;#8. They had a promo at the club for ladies night: first 50 ladies in free before 10:30 get a pistol, every lady after the pistols run out gets a free shot of patron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;#7. because she got those sexy cowboy boots on sale at Steve Madden and what are boots without a gun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;#6. She happen to walk into the store to buy a pack of &lt;strong&gt;gum&lt;/strong&gt;, but realize that the store didn't sell &lt;strong&gt;gum&lt;/strong&gt; but found out that they only sold &lt;strong&gt;guns&lt;/strong&gt;, no reason in wasting a good shopping trip and not picking anything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;#5. so she can use the extra jewels and fancy decals she brought from the cell phone accesory's store at the mall, that way her gun and cell phone can match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;#4. Because there was a take an additional 30% off sale, who in their right mind passes up a sale, especially one with additional savings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;#3. Plans on taking a pistol whipping self-defense course, require material is a pistol to pratice the "whipping" with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;#2. just in case she moves into the same neighborhood with OJ, and as a good neighbor welcoming her to the area, he shows up with an fresh baked apple pie and is wearing leather gloves because he doesn't want to "burn" his hands from holding apple pie fresh out the oven, and he is asking to borrow a knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;************************************************************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#1. Because sometimes as the bride you have to be your own wedding planner at the shot-gun wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Well that is all for now...next upcoming list...Top Ten Ways to make yourself a little more hood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...I also did a different blog on myspace if you'd like to check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/lovesjanuari"&gt;Street names..how hardcore can I really be or not? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16792153-2115199980672950866?l=lovesjanuari.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/feeds/2115199980672950866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16792153&amp;postID=2115199980672950866' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/2115199980672950866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/2115199980672950866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/2008/11/top-ten-reason-woman-needs-gun.html' title='Top Ten Reason A Woman Needs A Gun'/><author><name>brwn_eyes_brwngirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12805503742945297547</uri><email>januariharris@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04709982744333392667'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16792153.post-4288901512366319326</id><published>2008-11-19T20:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:02:10.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>math, music, love &amp; u</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;math, music, love &amp; u&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you plus I &lt;br /&gt;equals....&lt;br /&gt;we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can be like the Eddie Kendricks song&lt;br /&gt;before sampling was done&lt;br /&gt;pure raw classic in original form...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or better yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and you &lt;br /&gt;equals...&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can become like the&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Sable&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps the&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Keys &lt;br /&gt;melody &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;derived into a sample&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simplified as a loop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still suspended inside&lt;br /&gt;the meaning of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the possibilities infinite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copywrite 11/2008 - Januari (ezili-oshun)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16792153-4288901512366319326?l=lovesjanuari.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/feeds/4288901512366319326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16792153&amp;postID=4288901512366319326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/4288901512366319326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/4288901512366319326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/2008/11/math-music-love-u.html' title='math, music, love &amp; u'/><author><name>brwn_eyes_brwngirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12805503742945297547</uri><email>januariharris@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04709982744333392667'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16792153.post-3738165500477831199</id><published>2008-11-13T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:59:26.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temper Tantrum Tuesday - always showing up late like a much anticipated period</title><content type='html'>Temper Tantrum Tues (on a thurs? wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So TTT is on cp time this week...cp time stands for *co-worker play sick time* - my co-workers stay coming in late and calling in sick...so TTT play fake sick and called in from being posted tuesday. Well I had to hunt it down and drag it out to be posted today, told him all this slacking ain't cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"rants and raves, outrageous S#!% that is all the craze"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Chicken freenzy 99 cents Tuesday at Popeyes... I don't eat chicken but last week during election night because we had a election party, my brother in law suggested to my sister to go up to CF (chicken freenzy) and get 10 orders of the 99 cent tuesday...now I'm laughing and thinking do they have a limit on this deal...apperently not? The line was out the door and everybody who order place at least 5 dollars worth of the 99 cent tuesday meals...okay...so 10 pieces of chicken for 5 dollars...lmao... sounds like somebody is trying to give churches a run for the money and while in the line some of the people made it known that they are there every tuesday...I mean they probably don't miss a chicken tuesday but be quick to sleep in on church sunday. I wonder when is KFC gonna step up to the plate and get in the CF game?... I mean, someone order $20 worth of chicken that night, so 40 pieces of chicken...wow...there were people outside playing their music loud...a liquor store right next door was crowded...and I felt out of place ordering shrimp, fries and biscuits while everyone else did it Super Big on 99 cents for 2 pieces.... loud music, lots of black people and liquor,...it was like the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"things that are consider uncouth"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - they say you shouldn't dicuss politics and religion ...I must agree, it usually gets heated when convos arise out of these two topics becuase every one has their own passion and views that are very touchy... but with this past election a lot of people unknown to the rules broke them quite often...to this day I hear at least one drunk end a sentence with Obama...I've become aware that now drunks don't say peace or good bye when leaving ...they shout Obama, regardless of if it has anything to do with him....the convos usually go like this... &lt;em&gt;" mmm..look at that young girl ova thur...she sho is pretty as all day and if I was 20 years younger ....ooh wee.... OBAMA&lt;/em&gt;"...or something like this... "&lt;em&gt;I brought these shoes for 30 dollars, they some good shoes, can you spare me a dollar, since I spent my money on shoes I don't have none to eat with,.... OBAMA&lt;/em&gt;".... or ..."&lt;em&gt;all that bickering, black on black crime.... OBAMA&lt;/em&gt;" , or " &lt;em&gt;you have a nice day, see you later, OBAMA&lt;/em&gt;".... (they always yell Obama at the end as if they are saying goodbye or see you later...wtf????)... But another thing I don't think you should dicussed in public is music... I'm touchy with my music taste and when people say things like Mariah Carey is the best female artist ever or that Usher composes the deepest song out of today's artist, or Lil Wayne is the best rapper and he is keeping hip hop alive?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I just want to jump up and down, turn around, shout like Pinky off of next friday and double devil dog dare them to SAY ANOTHA MUTHAF#$&amp;amp; WORD....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why this tuesday did I not get spammed with bad music opinions... not once but twice from two different guys trying to flirt with me and impressed me with their un-classy crap-offical music taste...just thinking about it today makes my blood pressure rise. One kept talking so much that if I had my heels from work in my purse tuesday night, one would be stuck in his small intestines as of right now becuase that is how far I would have shoved it up his a$$...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"old school flavor, new school rules"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - is it just me or when watching kids dance today does anyone else think...'wait, I've seen that dance before'... for example...&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;the stanky leg&lt;/strong&gt;" (yeah there is a dance named this if you don't know...) any ways...it looks like the butterfly...you know when you do that one leg to the left or to the right...yeah no one can't convience me that the stanky leg isn't one half of the butterfly...smch to the children on the new school who are too lazy to come up with their own dance but steal ours and change the name a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the &lt;strong&gt;durty booty&lt;/strong&gt;(what!!! do I really want to do a dance called this...well kids do...so sad...I mean who is naming this crap...) ....anyways...I believe the "durty booty" is da butt on speed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those kids are doing da butt but just a little faster than usual, don't believe me...just go on youtube a watch of few of them do it....(I have to stop watching youtube, since I know way too much about these dances and the kids of today)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So watching kids dance on youtube got me to thinking...we need to get in on this folks...I mean we all grown and shit but who says we can't youtube ourselves dancing...so I'm now starting the first old school dance contest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every week I want people to do a dance I name, put it on youtube and who ever has the most hits... gets a prize...(I'm willing to give away a prize for my entertainment happiness...lol.. prize will be revealed next week...I gotta think of something to movitate people to really do it...lol) I hope a lot of people do it...because I mean really ...(you don't have to show your face ...I mean you can get your running man on without showing your face...so don't be afraid just do it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rules are....you must be over 25.... that's the only rule...because this is going to be a dance contest for the old school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first dance, show me your best butterfly -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and make sure you go to the left and to the right...and don't forget the dip (but no reversing, that is the toostie roll for another day)...I mean seriously...if y'all show me yours I'll show you mine.... (who am I kidding I'm more than likely gonna show you mines regardless....)...get creatative...study some of the kids videos where they have the routines or where one walks in after the other.. or make sure you are butterflying at the job, in the chipotle line, in your car while driving...make me laugh ....I know some of yall got kids old enough to help ya'll set up a group dance...do it for my sanity ...Please baby baby please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have uploaded your video on youtube if you are shy about it you can send me a message just for me and the judges to view privately ...or you can post a link to your video in the blog for all to view if you are proud of your pimping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the contest will end in three weeks on dec 3 (wed.) and will be displayed on the new Work it out Wed blog post....where every week a new dance will be revealed and the old dance will be judge and the best ones will be scored by a panel of judges... *I will be contacting my judges soon ...and I want my judges to encourage people to apply.*...lmao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are y'all up for it....past the word along..tell your friends...the more people I can get to dance the more I will laugh and the happier I will be, therefore saving lives of the people I work with and ride the bus with as for each day they get closer and closer to death by one of my heels being pushed so far in them through their ass that their bladder can be seen every time they say cheese during a picture taking moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you want to save a life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace sweeties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please tell your friends about the this post so that they may know....spread the word...lets do this, yo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16792153-3738165500477831199?l=lovesjanuari.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/feeds/3738165500477831199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16792153&amp;postID=3738165500477831199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/3738165500477831199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/3738165500477831199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/2008/11/temper-tantrum-tuesday-always-showing.html' title='Temper Tantrum Tuesday - always showing up late like a much anticipated period'/><author><name>brwn_eyes_brwngirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12805503742945297547</uri><email>januariharris@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04709982744333392667'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16792153.post-7232260707320636481</id><published>2008-11-09T15:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T15:55:06.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Clutch Updates</title><content type='html'>A new blog has been posted about Vintage Clutch Divas...plus we have added pictures to the myspace page with prices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vintageclutchdivas.blogspot.com"&gt;Vintage Clutch Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/vintageclutchdivas"&gt;Vintage Clutch Myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check them out..and enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16792153-7232260707320636481?l=lovesjanuari.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/feeds/7232260707320636481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16792153&amp;postID=7232260707320636481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/7232260707320636481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/7232260707320636481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/2008/11/vintage-clutch-updates.html' title='Vintage Clutch Updates'/><author><name>brwn_eyes_brwngirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12805503742945297547</uri><email>januariharris@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04709982744333392667'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16792153.post-6791429913801238454</id><published>2008-10-25T17:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:29:11.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perils of.....Babydoll??? (where's Penelope?)</title><content type='html'>Well....I love to watch the Perils of Penelope...her clueless attitude on how she would be so trusting....but she was always saved in the end regardless...her 'lil ol voice', which was so southern.   Anyways I like to think of my alter like that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I left her in charge and told myself to relax and start to enjoy being single and boy free for a while...or a lifetime.  I mean yeah it would be nice to have conversations with people over the age of 6 but so far my niece and nephews will have to do.  At least I can get them to laugh and I do impress them with my vast knowledge of knowing every line when watching the Lion King or Lil Mermaid (that makes me cool in the eyes of the little ones)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None the less I went back to the Januari aka Babydoll that throws her head back and smiles with her eyes...and boys like that...which pisses me off since I'm carefree, they feel like they want to get some of my happiness and bask into it...but it doesn't work that way...BPH works it alone...she always has...still doesn't mean she can't date...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this week she was offer free lunch (which she didn't accept- she is a Go Girl...Miss Independent...therefore she is happy tending to herself)...but she did get the cute bus driver who drives her home everyday after work, his number and gave him mines.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is cute and I like him..he likes me...but one thing just a date would be nice and nothing more... *we are suppose to have a date tonight when he gets off work*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is looking for a girlfriend sadly, I don't want to take on that role, and he knows this...but I'll love the dates and I do feel special not having to flash the school ID to get on the bus (well I was doing it anyways since him and the driver after him both tend to flirt with me)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let see... so far with BPH in charge I have met a bus driver and a cab driver who are happy to give me free rides...hmmm...now if only I can find a pilot...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but don't worry...I'll behave...just enjoying this one woman solo flight --- sight seeing durning the ride, but not picking up any hitchikers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16792153-6791429913801238454?l=lovesjanuari.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/feeds/6791429913801238454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16792153&amp;postID=6791429913801238454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/6791429913801238454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/6791429913801238454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/2008/10/perils-ofbabydoll-wheres-penelope.html' title='The Perils of.....Babydoll??? (where&apos;s Penelope?)'/><author><name>brwn_eyes_brwngirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12805503742945297547</uri><email>januariharris@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04709982744333392667'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16792153.post-8197383714387572564</id><published>2008-10-23T19:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:45:02.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She lives in my lap...</title><content type='html'>She lives in my lap.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you might have noticed the name on myspace is now Babydoll.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is right..well see Beyonce is coming out with a double disc, one revealing her alter ego Sasha Fierce... and you know every Diva needs an alter ego...it is a must...if you are a Diva without one...you better find her...you probably just never realize she was there.  Mariah Carey has Mimi, you've seen her do her stupid alter ego videos...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah...Divas need an alter ego....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore I would like to introduce everyone to mines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first name:  Babydoll, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last name:  Pump it Hottie.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...so you are wondering how did she get such a cool name...well...see Januari (me)...I'm pretty ice cold....I can come off as sometimes "mean, vicious"..I'm all about business...not a morning person, don't talk to too many people because I don't want to waste my breath on convos, that involve idiots.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that Babydoll Pump it Hottie.....she is a ball of spicy fire..a cold piece of work...she is the one who is the serial dater...she is the bubbly and talkative one that makes appearances during liquor, good music and good food....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly...I've decided that she should be in charge...I might regret it later.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh in other news...with me working and being to cheap to pay 5 dollars extra to the cable company for a dvr box....I miss out on Judge Mathis...so I'm now requesting that somebody call me everyday with a play by play detail during the show of what is happening on Mathis.....*who is up for the job*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*random thought of the week -   I was so excited to hear Maxwell was going to be touring....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw the price of the tickets.....from 85 - 206 dollar tickets....  really.... I mean ....I had to write a letter.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Maxwell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in love with you since probably 6th grade...*whenever Ascension came out* and I've purchased all 3 albums and loved all three (plus maxwell unplugged)....now I've assumed that since the beginning me and you have been boyfriend and girlfriend and just don't know it yet.... and when I seen you cut off the hair and was looking all fly recently....I thought boo, you were missing me and was aware that I had started to date "other" people...like Eric Roberson, Raheem (I only use his first name because we are that close, because I say we are), ....I mean you come back around like you just put out a new cd, Maxwell.... but for 85 dollars ..probably 100 after ticketmaster taxes them....I want to leave the concert with a picture of you standing next to me with your shirt off and it looks like we both had a couple of drinks, as we give each other mammograms....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for 206....um....I expect to leave the concert pregnant....I wanna tell my friends ..."I just went to see Maxwell and they were giving out free  Maxwell sperm...yeah I'm expecting little Jax *januari and maxwell names combined as Jan and Max = Jax* ....I would be waiting for my beautiful singing baby to pop out in 9 months...I'll be in the delivery room while you sing on the phone (because you'll be too busy to come to the hospital from being in the studio working)....but you'll sing "A woman's work" .....while I push out our seed....that is all I'm saying 206 ...(230 after ticketmaster’s taxes it) is worth being pregnant after the show especially when you haven't put out an new album lately...you're fine ...but I think we are going to have to break up for your outrageous demands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stick to pretending to be dating Raheem, Erros, D-Brock, Van Hunt and Martin Luther....I mean I hugged 3 out of the 5 and if Raheem ever makes his way to Denver ...or me seeing him in DC ...whatever happens first....then I'll be able to say I've touch 4 physically *now Raheem...I might just end up with baby Jaheem=Januari &amp; Raheem*....but I will try to behave in a pg rated way of course, just might not be set in stone......as I do know how to contain myself at times, meeting Raheem might not be one of those times...as for Van Hunt...I know I would end up pregnant...I won't even lie about that one, so I guess we'll never meet in person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16792153-8197383714387572564?l=lovesjanuari.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/feeds/8197383714387572564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16792153&amp;postID=8197383714387572564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/8197383714387572564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/8197383714387572564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/2008/10/she-lives-in-my-lap.html' title='She lives in my lap...'/><author><name>brwn_eyes_brwngirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12805503742945297547</uri><email>januariharris@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04709982744333392667'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16792153.post-4553755093347022181</id><published>2008-10-17T00:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:23:54.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding on the bus gives me the most random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;So today I was on my way home when I had a lot of thinking to do...I didn't sleep on the ride like I usually do...therefore it gave me a chance to over think...(which is a dangerous thing to do somedays...especially on the bus).&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;So one thing that bothers me on the bus... maybe it is just a Colorado thing...but it is the ladies who walk around with the big purses and behind them, they are pulling along a little suitcase like backpack...(you know the ones children pack their toys in when they go to sleep at grandma's)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 246px" height=352 src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41dZzKcvizL._SS500_.jpg" width=343&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;I mean ...wtf!!!  ... Dear ladies y'all go to work every day what are you fitting in your big purse and backpack that you need to carry to and from work every day.  I mean you should be able to fit your lunch in your big purse...I know because I manage to do it every day and some of y'all don't bring lunches as I watch you eat McDonalds every day collecting game pieces...so therefore what do you put in that backpack...a refridgerator, shoe factory?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Well I was wondering but then it dawn on me on my ride home...they put a little man name rumplestiltskin inside those stupid backpacks.. with a 13 inch black and white t.v. with its own built in vcr.....&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;I know those ladies with the big purses and backpacks hustle...they wait until the boss is gone then upzipped out the little man who they've promised their first born to, they pull out that black and white t.v. and pop in an old school tape of a old rerun Ricky Lake show,... while that tiny guy sits and works hard pumping out their job doing all their work....and poor little man doesn't realize these women are tricking him because their first born is way past being born ....their first borns are like 22 now with 3 kids...so yeah those ladies are true con-artist...got a little man doing their work while watching old school Ricki Lake ...back when Ricki was a size 24 and not the 4 she is now (she looks terrific now)...but yeah...I need to get in good with those girls...&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;I don't have proof...but my theory are usually valid so I 'm pretty sure this is what is going on with those ladies...I'm gonna befriend a few so I can get in on that hustle...&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16792153-4553755093347022181?l=lovesjanuari.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/feeds/4553755093347022181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16792153&amp;postID=4553755093347022181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/4553755093347022181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/4553755093347022181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/2008/10/riding-on-bus-gives-me-most-random.html' title='Riding on the bus gives me the most random thoughts'/><author><name>brwn_eyes_brwngirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12805503742945297547</uri><email>januariharris@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04709982744333392667'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16792153.post-2506011502079284866</id><published>2008-10-15T20:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:50:13.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diva Dicussion</title><content type='html'>Over my time blogging...I've met some wonderful, beautiful and strong black women, and just some down right good ladies period, regardless of race.  Some of them I've met in person and others I'm excited about meeting in the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well recently my big sis. decided to start a women dicussion group where black women come and converse with each other about the things we all experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is name Diva Dicussion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is an excellent way to keep abreast of current issues in a fun manner! Feel free to invite more women. The group is a private group so only members will be able to access the discussions.  Here is the group's description: Welcome to the Diva Discussion Board! This group is for black women (although all races are free to join) who are interested in financial planning, relationships, health, their kids, business ventures and whatever else comes to mind! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well with that being said...it would be selfish not to invite the women who have blogged about their lives, from break ups, to weddings, to parenting...etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I wanted to invite you ladies as my guest to join...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to join email me... &lt;strong&gt;thatgirlthatsfly@hotmail.com&lt;/strong&gt;, and I will send the link to get you set and joining in with the group...even if you want to just read and not comment, you're more than welcome to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace loves :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16792153-2506011502079284866?l=lovesjanuari.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/feeds/2506011502079284866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16792153&amp;postID=2506011502079284866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/2506011502079284866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/2506011502079284866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/2008/10/diva-dicussion.html' title='Diva Dicussion'/><author><name>brwn_eyes_brwngirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12805503742945297547</uri><email>januariharris@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04709982744333392667'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16792153.post-3776703565989404666</id><published>2008-10-12T01:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:30:41.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Clutch Divas  - a new blog</title><content type='html'>well we finally quit dragging and made a myspace page...just for the convinence we decided to just sell in colorado currently since school and other factors make working on everything a little time cosuming and hetic at times...(but if you are a friend who is like fam...or family in a different state ...you know we can work something out)... but if you live in Colorado and would like to purchase something please feel free to email us at &lt;strong&gt;vintageclutchdivas@yahoo.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the myspace page is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/vintageclutchdivas"&gt;www.myspace.com/vintageclutchdivas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you may view current purses and prices there..*we are currently in the process of uploading pictures plus our main picture is one of my favorite purses - it was designed by our big sister Tin - every now in then we get it in our hearts to let a family member ...maybe in the future a friend or even two might be able to express their own personal flare*  that purse is also for sale...acutally that is still up in the air...I like that purse a lot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the blog ...(I tend to post there about our progress)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vintageclutchdivas.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://vintageclutchdivas.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;  *I just did a new post*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace lovelies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16792153-3776703565989404666?l=lovesjanuari.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/feeds/3776703565989404666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16792153&amp;postID=3776703565989404666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/3776703565989404666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/3776703565989404666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/2008/10/vintage-clutch-divas-new-blog.html' title='Vintage Clutch Divas  - a new blog'/><author><name>brwn_eyes_brwngirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12805503742945297547</uri><email>januariharris@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04709982744333392667'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16792153.post-3293600398599822855</id><published>2008-10-09T22:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:49:26.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama Rally... Women for Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/8/l_9644c9c3b046421fb049077e92a998be.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/8/l_9644c9c3b046421fb049077e92a998be.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.11.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday - show your support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please attend if you can and even if you can't, please pass this on to everyone you know. Goal is for at least 1100 women – the press will be there so we want to give the best showing possible for the Obama-Biden ticket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the details – feel free to bring the men and kids along! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1100 WOMEN for OBAMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, October 11th&lt;br /&gt;11 a.m. to 1 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Lowry’s Crescent Park&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8th Avenue &amp; Syracuse Street in Denver&lt;br /&gt;Directions: From I-70  &lt;br /&gt;Take CO-35/ Quebec St exit-south, EXIT 278.    &lt;br /&gt;Merge onto Quebec St .   Turn Left onto E 8TH AVE.  &lt;br /&gt;End at 8th Ave &amp; Syracuse or Roslyn St .&lt;br /&gt;Park where you can- it’s a small park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rally for Change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest Speaker ~ Lieutenant Governor: Barbara O’Brien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring friends and family.....pass it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give us an idea of how many &lt;br /&gt;people in your party will be attending.&lt;br /&gt;E-mail:  1100WomenForObama@gmail.com &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We need at least 1100...let’s make this happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan to get active for Obama after the rally! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBAMA Campaign for Change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paid for by Campaign for Change, a project of the &lt;br /&gt;Colorado Democratic Party (www.coloradodems.org) and &lt;br /&gt;not authorized by any candidate or candidate’s committ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16792153-3293600398599822855?l=lovesjanuari.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/feeds/3293600398599822855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16792153&amp;postID=3293600398599822855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/3293600398599822855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/3293600398599822855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/2008/10/obama-rally-women-for-obama.html' title='Obama Rally... Women for Obama'/><author><name>brwn_eyes_brwngirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12805503742945297547</uri><email>januariharris@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04709982744333392667'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16792153.post-6416732817545102905</id><published>2008-10-09T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:27:21.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Humanity 2008</title><content type='html'>http://www.myspace.com/misshumanity2008 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please add this page and check out the actual website! 90% of the proceeds will go to children’s charities in the Denver metro area!!! Please add this page! http://www.myspace.com/misshumanity2008 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the actual website as well &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.misshumanity2008.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get involved yall!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pass on the word and tell your friends and fam, if you know someone encourage them to apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*out of state is welcome to apply*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16792153-6416732817545102905?l=lovesjanuari.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/feeds/6416732817545102905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16792153&amp;postID=6416732817545102905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/6416732817545102905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/6416732817545102905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/2008/10/miss-humanity-2008.html' title='Miss Humanity 2008'/><author><name>brwn_eyes_brwngirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12805503742945297547</uri><email>januariharris@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04709982744333392667'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16792153.post-5424065976308988291</id><published>2008-09-30T23:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:39:22.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 u</title><content type='html'>4 u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how great you are,&lt;br /&gt;while I can express it a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;and say it in a thousand rhymes, all clever&lt;br /&gt;carefully plotted lines composed of &lt;br /&gt;the obvious off center climax.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never truly know just how great you are,&lt;br /&gt;so the acceptance of my gratitude you will&lt;br /&gt;absorb in all your attitude like humble pie.&lt;br /&gt;while that is the reason why you are ....&lt;br /&gt;while that is the reason I love....&lt;br /&gt;while that is the reason you become more...&lt;br /&gt;while that is the reason that mere words..&lt;br /&gt;You don't know..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16792153-5424065976308988291?l=lovesjanuari.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/feeds/5424065976308988291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16792153&amp;postID=5424065976308988291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/5424065976308988291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/5424065976308988291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/2008/09/4-u.html' title='4 u'/><author><name>brwn_eyes_brwngirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12805503742945297547</uri><email>januariharris@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04709982744333392667'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16792153.post-1301230704332613650</id><published>2008-09-25T20:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:35:11.151-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S'/><title type='text'>Just when I pump you up, I let you down ....like a nasty drug</title><content type='html'>So yeah I'm aware that I did not provide a weekly spotlight this week...not intentionally but I was wrapped up in a few things...(work comes before pleasure) and if pleasure comes from the work than it definitely comes first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so with that being said...I will do one for next week...until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace enjoy the weekend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16792153-1301230704332613650?l=lovesjanuari.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/feeds/1301230704332613650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16792153&amp;postID=1301230704332613650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/1301230704332613650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/1301230704332613650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-when-i-pump-you-up-i-let-you-down.html' title='Just when I pump you up, I let you down ....like a nasty drug'/><author><name>brwn_eyes_brwngirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12805503742945297547</uri><email>januariharris@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04709982744333392667'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16792153.post-6659014643492462067</id><published>2008-09-21T16:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T17:07:59.037-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming through during the Clutch moments</title><content type='html'>So about 3 weeks ago me and my sister were talking and we decided to start a business of our own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we have offically starting  &lt;a href="http://vintageclutchdivas.blogspot.com"&gt; Vintage Clutch Divas&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go check out the blog....the site and everything else is in process as far as the paypal account goes for purchases and what not..I'll keep ya posting on the grand opening of the website...(but for those curious or nosy you can peep the blog) ...I will be posting on there every now and then and put up pictures of works finished or in progess as sneak previews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace and wish us well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16792153-6659014643492462067?l=lovesjanuari.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/feeds/6659014643492462067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16792153&amp;postID=6659014643492462067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/6659014643492462067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16792153/posts/default/6659014643492462067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovesjanuari.blogspot.com/2008/09/coming-through-during-clutch-moments.html' title='Coming through during the Clutch 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