<?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-14972880</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:52:07.612-07:00</updated><category term='everlasting'/><title type='text'>Stacy-Deanne: The Voice of a Gen X Author</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WELCOME TO THE BLOG OF THE LITERARY DIVA.&lt;/b&gt;

&lt;b&gt;Stacy is a best selling author, model, landscape photographer and editor. She is featured in the book, 
" Literary Divas: The Top 100+ African-American Women Writers in Literature " Stacy is a fiction author.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;img src="marguerite-award2006.gif" width="124" height="109"  border="0"&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-1395701538525715245</id><published>2007-03-01T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T16:28:08.061-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everlasting'/><title type='text'>EVERLASTING: COMING SOON!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hi All,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A sneak peek into my upcoming novel "Everlasting", to be released by Simon and Schuster this Fall!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVERLASTING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meet Romeo and Juliet of the new millennium!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everlasting is the chronicle of two equally fascinating Latino teenagers, seventeen year old Juan Alonso and sixteen year old Nina Sagastume, who fall in love despite unrelenting odds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Juan is a political, outspoken romantic who believes education and determination is the key to a better life. His brother Rico is the leader of the notorious Bronx street gang, The New York Assassins. Juan can't seem to escape the hold of his community until he meets Nina.&lt;br /&gt;Nina is a striking, straight-laced dreamer who's never even been kissed. She quickly becomes Juan's salvation. In return, Juan allures her with his charm and inspiring intelligence. Nina finds herself doing something that she's never done…falling in love. It isn't until Juan rules her heart that Nina finds out he's affiliated with the New York Assassins, the rival gang of the Bronx Gangstas, an equally powerful street gang led by her cousin Tajo. Tajo and Rico refuse to let Nina and Juan run off into the sunset. They will do anything to keep the war between the gangs solid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Things become even more complicated for Juan and Nina when Chino, a jealous admirer determined to have Nina for himself, enters the picture. Despite these obstacles, Juan and Nina realize that true love is hard to obtain but definitely worth fighting for.&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting is a passionate love story for today's generation or for anyone who truly believes that love conquers all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-1395701538525715245?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/1395701538525715245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=1395701538525715245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/1395701538525715245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/1395701538525715245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2007/03/everlasting-coming-soon.html' title='EVERLASTING: COMING SOON!!!!!'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-115743407624133435</id><published>2006-09-04T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T21:10:48.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Longer Being Updated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Just%20Me%201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog will no longer be updated due to my busy schedule. I just don't have the time. If time permits, I may be able to began blogging again. I enjoy the process as well as sharing my thoughts with most of you. I may began a different blog next year closer to my next book release. I encourage readers to enjoy past posts. I will keep my blog up as an archive. I hope you all continue to pass through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer accepting comments on the blog for the fact that I may not check in to accept or reject regularly. Please continue to enjoy the posts. I believe they will continue to enlighten and entertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look for my Latino Love story (Fall 2007) and other fiction coming from my new publisher, Simon and Schuster!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes to you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy-Deanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-115743407624133435?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/115743407624133435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=115743407624133435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/115743407624133435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/115743407624133435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-longer-being-updated.html' title='No Longer Being Updated'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-115087303314774498</id><published>2006-06-20T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:33:35.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Divas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Divas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, honestly I don't know how many of my regular bloggers will pass through since I haven't been on in a while but I wanted to say hello anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I blog now it seems that I have some news. Well this time is no different. Remember &lt;em&gt;In The Light&lt;/em&gt;? Well that's been over for a while. I cancelled the site in May. I am no longer an interviewer. Not that I considered myself one anyway. You all know the problems I was having. I figured making it a literary site wasn't worth it. I'm getting busier by the moment. The site was only in the way. I would say I truly enjoyed it but I didn't. It was something I was glad to get rid of. Now I am freeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some BIG news coming up! I'm not ready to make it public yet. All I can say is that it has something to do with one of my novels. I'll let you all know in due time. I thank you all for the encouragement you've always given me. You are a great bunch of folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminder: I am one of the authors mentioned in Heather Covington's " Literary Divas " book. The book is on sale now online. It will be in stores everywhere soon. It may already be in stores but I am not sure. Just do a search and you should have no problem seeing where it's available now. I have to get a copy soon too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just wanted to let people know what I am up to. I hope everyone is doing okay. I look forward to comments(if any)! I know it's hard to get back into the blogs when folks have been gone a long time. I hope you have missed me. For those still around, I've missed you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-115087303314774498?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/115087303314774498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=115087303314774498' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/115087303314774498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/115087303314774498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-day.html' title='A New Day'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-114719326125012992</id><published>2006-05-09T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T14:31:41.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been A Long Time/Announcing a HUGE Honor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well it’s been a while since I’ve been here. I guess you can see how busy I am. I’ve been doing a lot of things so maybe you all expected the absence. I am glad I had the opportunity to pop in today. I can’t say if or when I will be able to blog daily again but I wanted you all to know that I am not far away. I guess I should share some of my latest news:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. In The Light will become a literary site this August. This will be easier for me to handle. I was so excited about interviewing entertainers and bringing such new talent to the forefront. The idea seemed better than it actually was. Due to the fact that the people I was suppose to interview couldn’t get things done on time, I decided that maybe this wasn’t my cup of tea. I figured that a literary site would be better for me because of time issues and all the hard work I was putting in. Call me stupid for giving out free promotion and believing some appreciated it. Many did but I figured the ones who held me up didn’t so it didn’t take me long to say so long. So after July the entertainers will no longer be a part of ITL. The literary site will be far more interesting and will allow me to do things at my own pace. Plus, the free promotion is out the window. Since running the site takes money from my pocket and I am giving exposure then I feel people should pay. It’s the new way of the technical world. Folks can accept it or move on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. The biggest news I have to share is that I will be featured in &lt;em&gt;Literary Divas: The Top 100&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Most Admired African-American Women Writers&lt;/em&gt;. I am not only thrilled but also proud and appreciative of such an honor. It’s good to finally be recognized after years of struggling creatively and personally. I have already received feedback from authors who’ve described me as a " pioneer " for young writers. I can’t explain how wonderful that makes me feel. It’s one thing to conquer your dreams. It’s another to help people realize they can conquer theirs one day as well. Literary Divas was written by Heather Covington and is due out in June. You can view it here: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stacy-deanne.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.stacy-deanne.net&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Just scroll down a bit on my homepage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see, Bootsy’s been busy. I now see why some bloggers have fallen off. It becomes almost impossible to be busy in real life and be able to blog consistently. I do hope to continue the daily ritual of sharing and growing with blog pals that remain. I’ve missed you all. I hope you’ve missed me. I plan to be around, at least somewhere for a long time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy&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/14972880-114719326125012992?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114719326125012992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=114719326125012992' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114719326125012992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114719326125012992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/05/been-long-timeannouncing-huge-honor.html' title='Been A Long Time/Announcing a HUGE Honor'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-114436672854042684</id><published>2006-04-06T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T00:34:48.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flop of Basic Instinct 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/BI2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/400/BI2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Boy oh boy, oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I the only one that saw this coming? You know I like Sharon Stone. Sure, she took her clothes off in most of her films but I still like the woman. Even I could see BI2 was doomed to fail. It opened at number 10 at the box office it’s first week. Am I right? If I’m wrong then correct me. That’s terrible but then again in this day and age all films have kissed decent box office stats goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some folks said the reviews killed it. Well, a lot of the critics agreed that the actors were good. They blamed problems on a worthless plot. Many also believed this sequel was too tame compared to its predecessor. Okay whatever, LOL. Others blamed it on the fact that Michael Douglas was nowhere to be seen. They even went as far as making Viagra jokes when speculating as to why MD wasn’t in the picture. I believe this is what hurt the movie too. The combination of Stone and Douglas was unbeatable even though the first film wasn’t great. Without this you just got Sharon pawing over some English actor (isn’t he English?) and people could care less with this combination. This is one time when the studio should deeply regret not getting a veteran male to accompany Stone in the role. At least the problems weren’t the actors’ fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some critics said the direction sucked. They also said that moving the story to London this time just didn’t hit on anything. Some said Stone overplayed the part of Catherine. They also said she was more frightening than sexy. That’s not a good thing in an erotic thriller. I think we all had an idea that BI2 wouldn’t be the hit the first was. We probably didn’t expect it to do THIS badly but it did. I guess Stone’s fans didn’t even come out to show support on this one. Hey, you have to give Sharon her props. She’s still damn sexy at her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know my opinion as to why the movie flopped? Course you do! That’s why you’re here. I believe it has a lot to do with the economy and that it’s just a new day. People aren’t going to the movies like they used to. It’s the computer age for one thing. People are losing jobs and becoming homeless more each day. This is a big reason. So we don’t have to try to find a reason why these movies flop. There are more than enough to choose from! Times are hard. The box office is feeling it more than ever. Sure BI2 may not have been that good but I don’t believe it deserved the poor showing it got. Was it that bad? How could it be if the actors were good? Most agreed they were. This tells me that it’s more to the story. I just think that folks weren’t in the mood to see this sequel. Maybe they were hooked on the first and felt nothing could be better. Hey, I don’t know but this is why I think it flopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Stone and what’s-his-name (the British guy) if they were as good as critics said. You think BI2 deserves another shot or do you think it’s just another film that can’t live up to the hype?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone see it? Share your thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I listening to at the moment? In case you’re wondering. Yep, rock today. I’m currently listening to an old Springsteen classic…“ Adam Raised a Cane “.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon Stone...plays Catherine, a bitch with a blade. But this time it wasn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bootsy&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/14972880-114436672854042684?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114436672854042684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=114436672854042684' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114436672854042684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114436672854042684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/04/flop-of-basic-instinct-2.html' title='The Flop of Basic Instinct 2'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-114404823097847739</id><published>2006-04-03T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T06:57:26.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What’s The Deal With the Television Remakes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/MS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/MS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/AD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/AD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/BH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/BH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/SH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/SH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Yes I’m on a movie kick but it’s fun and uplifting right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood always has to have a kick right? The mid-nineties it was horror films like &lt;em&gt;Scream &lt;/em&gt;ruling the box office. The late nineties it was the &lt;em&gt;Matrix&lt;/em&gt;. At the beginning of this decade it was teen-queen, Lindsey Lohan and &lt;em&gt;Princess Diary&lt;/em&gt; type movies. Now it’s the battle of the television remakes. Some began in the early nineties and now in 2006 they seem to have taken over the world. Don’t believe me? Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how many old television hits have been made into feature films?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mod Squad&lt;br /&gt;Starksy and Hutch&lt;br /&gt;The Honeymooners&lt;br /&gt;Miami Vice&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Back Kotter (being made now)&lt;br /&gt;Charlie’s Angels&lt;br /&gt;Bewitched (doomed from the start!) Nicole Kidman in &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;? Oh how the mighty has fallen!&lt;br /&gt;Beverly Hillbillies (93’)&lt;br /&gt;Richie Rich (94’) Yes, cartoon remakes count!&lt;br /&gt;Scooby Doo (Yikes!)&lt;br /&gt;Casper&lt;br /&gt;The Addams Family (Jeez this has been going on since the early nineties!) I sure miss Raul Julia though.&lt;br /&gt;Dukes of Hazzard&lt;br /&gt;Herbie the Love Bug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way…Magnum P.I. possibly with George Clooney. There have also been talks about a Simon and Simon and What’s Happening! film as well. Also there have been talks of a Starksy and Hutch sequel! As if the first one didn’t bomb fast enough. I like Owen and Ben but not in this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably even left some off. Most of these (except the soon to be released Miami Vice, and Kotter, and along with 2000’s Charlie’s Angels) have been bombs. Who knows if Colin Firth and Jamie Foxx’s Miami Vice will hit or miss? And am I the only one who finds it frightening that Ice Cube has stepped in the shoes of Gabe Kaplin’s Kotter to play the beloved teacher of sweat hogs? Oooh, scary thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remake Rumors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All In The Family (with black stars)&lt;br /&gt;Good Times&lt;br /&gt;The Jeffersons&lt;br /&gt;Happy Days&lt;br /&gt;The Munsters (now this may be fun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s next? Hawaii Five-O, Quincy, Laverne and Shirley, Maude, Gimme A Break, Punky Brewster, Soap, The Cosby Show? Three’s A Company with Britney Spears? Make it stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, (sigh). Most of these remakes have been big bombs but what is your opinion? And what old television show close to your heart would you love to see made into a feature film? My opinion, if it ain’t broke please don’t try to fix it! Leave these classics alone. They can’t get any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-114404823097847739?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114404823097847739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=114404823097847739' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114404823097847739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114404823097847739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/04/whats-deal-with-television-remakes.html' title='What’s The Deal With the Television Remakes?'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-114384180050899324</id><published>2006-03-31T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T11:06:16.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating Services: For it or Against It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/rj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/rj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/rj2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/rj2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am against them. I don’t agree with the concept of dating services or dating through personals. Why? How can a relationship work if you CHOSE everything you wanted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You chose someone because of his or her looks.&lt;br /&gt;You choose someone because of his or her salary.&lt;br /&gt;You chose someone because they have everything in common with you.&lt;br /&gt;You chose someone because they are religious or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;You chose someone because they do or do not smoke, do or do not drink, etc.&lt;br /&gt;You chose someone who loves the same exact foods you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the picture? If we choose someone based on what we want is that healthy? We all have types of people we like but that is different from constructing a person from head to toe. When you rely on dating services you are picking everything that you want. How can this be a healthy or long lasting relationship? Is everyone supposed to have something in common with you? Do I want a man who likes everything I like? No. That’s boring isn’t it? I’d rather have a man who is not a replica of me. I could date myself if that’s the case. I don’t smoke. Does that mean that I will not date a man that does? I don’t agree with second hand smoke but couldn’t we work something out if we care for one another? He could find places to smoke. I could find places to let him be himself.&lt;/span&gt; Should we pick someone based on how we want them to look? Do I really want a man who fits every physical characteristic I like? Yeah it sounds good doesn’t it? But is that realistic? Can we possibly have a romance? I’m not very religious. Does that mean I don’t want a man that is? Do I want someone who changes his beliefs for me? Do I want to change my beliefs for him? Get the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We can’t just pick soul mates. We can’t pick someone because they fit what we want and think that’s the key to true love. Being in love means you take someone for themselves. You may like blue. He may like green. You may love comedies. He may like horrors. He may go to church on Sundays. You may never have or don’t plan to. He may smoke and drink. You may hate the idea of that. But still, it’s reality. This is a real relationship. You fall in love with the person for who they are am I right? So when you resort to dating services, who are you “ in love “ with? The person or the idea of them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And who is to say that just because “professionals” hooked you up the relationship will last? You could have Mr. and Mrs. Right easily. But does that mean they are the right ones for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t see how a dating service can bring forth a realistic relationship. You should meet folks naturally and fall in love the way nature intended. Romance shouldn’t be constructed like chapters of a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Photos are from the 1996 Romeo + Juliet film. The story may not have been real but at least the love was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bootsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-114384180050899324?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114384180050899324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=114384180050899324' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114384180050899324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114384180050899324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/dating-services-for-it-or-against-it.html' title='Dating Services: For it or Against It?'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-114357072375834576</id><published>2006-03-28T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T12:25:14.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Most Overrated Films Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/FG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/FG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forrest Gump&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow and we talk about Titanic. At least I could stay awake for most of that movie. Forrest Gump is so overrated it deserves the Overrated Award! I will never forget this movie because back in 1994, before summer vacation every teacher at my school showed this to us. Remember how teachers used to show movies during the last week of school? Well lucky me that two of my teachers picked this sappy, boring and lifeless self-portrait of a slow man that goes nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Life’s just a box of chocolates. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Run Forest! Run! “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How this got to be an Oscar film I’ll never know. But since when does Oscar movies tend to be decent ones? And Tom Hanks is pretty overrated himself. I enjoyed him mostly in the eighties when he did comedies. I still don’t understand something about Forrest. Was he supposed to actually be retarded or just a little slow? I’m not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Speed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Speed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Speed is a fun film. It’s entertaining. You watch Keanu Reeves (who can’t act worth a lick but tries hard enough) scream to the top of his lungs for two hours. We got Sandra Bullock in her breakout role. That’s cool. Then we got veteran Dennis Hopper who’s the crazy bomber behind the scenes. Did I think Speed was good? YES! It’s one of the most exciting films ever. We watched this in school too by the way. But it is also overrated. It’s a blockbuster, true but some folks tend to think this was Reeves’ best film. He hasn’t made many great films but I think he’s done better than Speed through the years. And what about that horrific sequel, “ Speed 2: Cruise Control “. Yikes! I can see why Keanu said no to that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/BI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/BI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Basic Instinct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon Stone’s breakout picture. Of course it would have been my breakout film too if I had been buck naked in every scene. Basically you have this: Sharon jumps on Michael Douglas and rides for about two hours with an ice pick. Sexy? No. Sleazy? Yeah kind of. The film was boring. I’ve seen it probably twice and nothing keeps you watching except the nude scenes. I suppose that’s why there was so many in there. Michael Douglas has a scene where he walks naked down the hall. He claimed it was really him but people had their doubts. Do I really care? Sorry no. This is a very overrated film that relied on cheap, trashy gimmicks to get attention. Note to the director: “ You can have the cast take their clothes off but if the plot sucks it’s going to come back to haunt you. “ If you haven’t seen this old dud after all these years don’t bother. Compared to the stuff out today it’s no longer as “ shocking “ as folks believed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Sharon Stone but her entire career relied on her taking her clothes off. What is so sad is that she’s doing it again for a sequel that no one seems to care about. People say: “ Why make BI 2 now that Sharon is old and crusty? “ We all know older women are sexy even if Hollywood doesn’t think so but this BI 2 is a lame attempt for Miss Stone to get her fame back. Sharon it’s gone! It’s gone! Just move on! Put on your drawers and move on! The worst thing about BI 2 is that Michael D. is nowhere to be seen. My mother was asking me about this movie the other day. She’s never seen Basic Instinct in all these years. I was like, “ Momma, get a clue. “ I saw it when I was fourteen. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That photo is the most famous scene. She opens her legs with no drawers on. Wow! I sit around without drawers all the time. No one put me in the movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Do.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Do.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do The Right Thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why some folks think this is an urban classic I don’t know. I admire Spike but I have yet to understand any of his movies, LOL! I saw this a couple of times but there was no continuity to the scenes. The film was sillier than House Party so I was surprised it gained an Oscar nomination. It may be entertaining for some but I don’t think it’s as great as some folks say. Spike has done better than this. Can you believe Spike is still bitter because he didn’t win the award? “ Move on, Spike! You’ve done better! “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top Gun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know how overrated Tom Cruise is and this seems to be his most overrated vehicle. Contrary to popular belief, this was the film that made Tom a real star. The movie is good but it’s not the greatest film in the 80’s. Come on with that. Yeah, yeah I know that the flying sequences were fabulous. It was good to remember when films didn’t rely on special effects but this is not a GREAT movie. It is entertaining and it became a blockbuster but it still has a lot of flaws. It would have been ten times better if Tom hadn’t been in the role. He and Kelly McGillis had zero chemstry. The most exciting characters were Val Kilmer and Meg Ryan but they were overshadowed by the hype of Tom Cruise. Same old story. But you’ll enjoy it. If you haven’t seen it you’re probably the first that hasn’t! This movie made the eighties, I must say. And it had that hit song too. You guys remember that? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/T2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/T2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Terminator 2: (Known as T2)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this was a good film but still very overrated in my book. I used to enjoy Arnold’s films until he turned into Cali’s loco, butt-grabbing, insulting, homophobic governor, LOL! Hey, some folks can separate the person from their work but I cannot. Hence, the reason I no longer listen to R. Kelly, LOL! I’m getting off the subject. The film is the best there is because it introduced some prime special effects. I didn’t see the last Terminator but you definitely should have this DVD for your collection. The first one was pretty good too. This film is overrated in the fact that it relied a little too heavily on gimmicks. Like I said it’s good but to me it wasn’t the big blowout people claimed it to be. The best thing in the film was Robert Patrick who made his debut as the killer android. Apparently Arnold had been whining behind the scenes. Because he’d turned into a father since the first film he didn’t want to play the ‘ bad ‘ robot anymore. What a wimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/BE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/BE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The Big Easy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a good film. Funny I just saw it last month and it was made in 1986. I’d heard so much about it. Since we’ve been hearing so much about New Orleans in real life I decided to check it out. The film was made in New Orleans and Dennis Quaid did an excellent job playing the part. Can’t expect less from a Houston boy now can you? The plot is a little shaky. Quaid falls for Ellen Barkin (the big city assistant DA) who comes down to see why all of the Easy’s big drug dealers are suddenly dying. It’s a mellow plot but the good part of the film relies on the chemistry of the two stars. It’s a nice little film to watch on a Saturday night. I just expected so much more since people claimed it was one of 1986’s best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Stand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Stand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stand By Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring vehicle about four boys: Wil Wheaten, Corey Feldman, Jerry O’Connell, River Phoenix going off to look for a body. Apparently it’s from a Stephen King short story so perhaps this is why folks thought it was so great. It’s not. Boring, boring, boring. It’s very sad to see River Phoenix in anything these days. John Cusack and Keifer Sutherland have supporting roles. You see why this film wouldn’t have worked with black folks. You’ll never see black kids going into the woods looking for a body. Shoot we see bodies all the time in our neighborhoods! We just step over them and go on. LOL! No I’m just kidding. But truthfully black folks don’t do this scary stuff. Well, unless you paid us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And last AND least…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Whoopi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Whoopi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anything starring Whoopi Goldberg &lt;em&gt;EXCEPT&lt;/em&gt; “ The Color Purple “!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-114357072375834576?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114357072375834576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=114357072375834576' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114357072375834576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114357072375834576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-most-overrated-films-part-2.html' title='My Most Overrated Films Part 2'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-114325353033332419</id><published>2006-03-24T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T20:12:25.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toot Your Own Horn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Bow%20Wow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Bow%20Wow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently heard of a situation where a woman was coming up in the literary industry. She’d just received a publishing contract with a major publisher. Well, she said she’d been announcing it to friends and family. She also said she announced it to coworkers. She said that though some people supported her, some felt she was being “ arrogant “ by tooting her own horn. She wondered if she should have been low key with her celebration. It was truly bothering her that people weren’t joining in on her celebrations but chose to make her feel bad by saying she shouldn’t have been so outwardly proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why the hell not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see nothing wrong with someone tooting his or her own horn. Tooting your horn isn’t being arrogant or bragging. Tooting your horn is healthy. There is absolutely nothing wrong with someone being proud of what they’ve accomplished. Whenever I do something big you can damn well believe I shout it from the rooftops. A lot of people advised the lady that she had a right to be proud of herself. She’d worked hard with what she’d accomplished. I always find that if someone thinks you shouldn’t celebrate your accomplishments it’s because they are jealous. Yep, we are right back to the big J again aren’t we? These folks who chose to criticize her for showing pride were completely jealous and probably just wanted her to be quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tooting your own horn every once in a while isn’t bragging. Bragging is when someone tries to diminish other people’s accomplishments with everything they do. That is a person who brags. People shouldn’t feel guilty for being proud of what they’ve done. If you’ve got a promotion scream it to the world! If you just landed a good job shout it high! If you just graduated medical school throw a damn party! If you just bought a five-story home after working hard for years sing your praises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t listen to those who piss on your proud moments. These are moments that mean a lot to you and even if folks are jealous it doesn’t make you a bad person to enjoy what you’ve done. I say go out there and toot your own horn whenever you feel the need! If you accomplished something then you damn well deserve to! Forget those who say you shouldn’t. Everyone who’s worked hard at something has a right to his or her moment to shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo is Lil’…oh excuse me…it’s just ‘ Bow Wow ‘ now, LOL! Isn’t he cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bootsy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-114325353033332419?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114325353033332419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=114325353033332419' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114325353033332419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114325353033332419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/toot-your-own-horn.html' title='Toot Your Own Horn!'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-114309127265419011</id><published>2006-03-22T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T14:53:56.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debut Interview Posted on ITL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take the time to check out &lt;em&gt;In The Light's&lt;/em&gt; debut interview with soul singer Coco Jones. Also, leave a comment on the blog after the interview if you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://inthelightblogazine.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;http://inthelightblogazine.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bootsy&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/14972880-114309127265419011?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114309127265419011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=114309127265419011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114309127265419011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114309127265419011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/debut-interview-posted-on-itl.html' title='Debut Interview Posted on ITL!'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-114292210180577218</id><published>2006-03-20T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T18:32:27.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Kind of Jealousy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some time to post. I hope everyone is doing well. I have to get something off my chest. Before I do this, don’t think I am upset or giving it a second thought. I just wanted to share this and get your opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice a new kind of jealousy and hate brewing these days. It used to be that we only had to deal with people we didn’t know or people who didn’t like us being jealousy. That’s only the tip of the iceberg. I have noticed that the people who you felt supported you the most turn out to be the ones who can’t be proud of your success. They succumb to jealousy. I’m not speaking of specifically close friends, but of people I have rubbed elbows with. A lot of my peers in the literary world support my new venture as an interviewer. A lot have given me warm wishes and stopped by to show how proud they are. I am the same with them. You see I love to support others and I am the first to congratulate people when they do something big. But I don’t always get that in return. And I am not the only one in the world to receive this treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me make something clear. I don’t give a damn about anyone who is petty and jealous. But I think it’s pathetic when someone can only be your friend until you do something that shows up his or her insecurities. How do we realize such treatment? Well, it’s easy. You used to be close to a person, now they don’t answer your emails. They once were all up on you now they don’t speak. You know you didn’t do anything wrong but there is a coldness there you can feel. I’m not stupid. I can tell when someone’s behavior has changed towards me. Some people are only your friends when you are at the same level as they are. But when they see you rising and doing more than them they just can’t hack it. At first it bothered me. Now I don’t care. My true friends and intelligent literary peers aren’t like this. The literary world is full of great, supportive folks. But it is also full of jealousy and you can’t see it until you are doing something remarkable. When someone is jealous of you is when you know you’re doing a damn good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t understand it though. Why can’t people be proud of others? It is so obvious. Until people let go of jealousy they won’t have any kind of life. People need to stop looking at others and do what they can do. I don’t care about jealous people. I know that a lot of people are jealous of me. People are jealous of anyone for different reasons. You can be an author, singer or cook. It doesn’t matter. There is always someone who is looking at you, wanting to be you and hating you at the same time. Well, people can be jealous all they want. Friends who I felt were friends can ignore me all they want. They can stick up their noses and do all the other childish things but I don’t care. See I don’t need them. They don’t stop my flow. They won’t stop my flow. You know whom I care about? I care about the people I inspire. And for everyone who is jealousy of me, I know there is at least ten others who are proud of me. I am speaking of someone in particular. Someone I thought was a friend. Someone I thought I had something in common with. Someone I thought was big enough not to ever be jealous and petty. Well, it’s their problem isn’t it? It’s one thing when the people you thought were in your corner really weren’t to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys have felt this too. I feel good because I know that I haven’t changed. I am still the sweet, loveable girl I always have been. I don’t hate on others. I don’t wish others’ failure. But I couldn’t ignore how it bothered me at first to see that some of the folks I thought would support this exciting new career ride I was taking have decided to give me the cold shoulder. Well that’s their problem and not mine. If they don’t need me then I damn sure don’t need them. Every year I learn more about being an adult. I learn more. I will keep learning. With every revelation I make about how trifling some folks can be, it opens my eyes. They can’t hurt me. But obviously I can hurt them just by being me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anything be more pathetic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bootsy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-114292210180577218?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114292210180577218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=114292210180577218' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114292210180577218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114292210180577218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-kind-of-jealousy.html' title='A New Kind of Jealousy'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-114244327008186257</id><published>2006-03-15T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T14:38:27.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Janet%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Janet%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Janet1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Janet1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hi All,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Things are really hectic for me since I became an interviewer. I find it hard to get to this blog to post right now. I pop in to check comments so keep them coming if you haven’t commented on my latest posts. I knew that I would get even busier but I had no idea. I have so many things to do with my new blogazine as well as networking with folks who are in the music/entertainment business. I just wanted to pop in to say hi. I wanted you all to know that I haven’t forgotten about my blog family. I also haven’t been able to drop by any blogs lately. If you saw how busy I’ve gotten you will see why. I have many sites to deal with and right now my time is limited. You won’t believe how hard it is being an interviewer. I believe the edges will smooth for me once I get used to it. It’s just different for me because I am only beginning with this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Also go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://inthelightblogazine.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;http://inthelightblogazine.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; and sign the mailing list to get updates on people I will be interviewing in the future as well as other fun happenings. I won’t post that in public. You’ll have to join the mailing list to know the good stuff. I put all my interview announcements and coming attractions in that mailing list. So join if you want to know. This is so new and exciting. I just hope I don’t get burned out. I have an assistant now so that’s good. I haven’t really had time to rest but I plan to. So I have to use my time wisely these days. Sometimes I want to post here but I am just too tired. I also don’t know when I will be able to visit blogs again. I will try my best to though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;See you when I see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bootsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-114244327008186257?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114244327008186257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=114244327008186257' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114244327008186257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114244327008186257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/quick-hello.html' title='Quick Hello'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-114232219313584924</id><published>2006-03-13T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T18:29:13.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Everyone please visit my  blogazine. I just put up an announcement for those who are interested and curious: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://inthelightblogazine.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://inthelightblogazine.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;  I appreciate all the support. Feel free to comment when you get over there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bootsy&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/14972880-114232219313584924?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114232219313584924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=114232219313584924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114232219313584924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114232219313584924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/important-announcement.html' title='IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-114214350763062390</id><published>2006-03-11T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T10:51:50.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Most Overrated Films</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hi All,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now this is gonna be FUN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have been disappointed a lot with the cinema in my lifetime. Since I am one sort of obsessed with films, I’d like to think my opinion about them carries some weight. So I decided to list some films I feel are the most overrated and why. Afterwards feel free to comment on my pick and add some of your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Titanic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Titanic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Titanic-&lt;/strong&gt; The &lt;em&gt;MOST&lt;/em&gt; overrated movie in history! I was a big Leonardo DiCaprio fan before this movie. This movie made me not like him as much, LOL! I have no idea why the media tried to make this film so great because almost everyone I know couldn’t stand it. I saw it in the theaters with my mother and that was no great pleasure. It is probably one of the silliest films ever made. Who told James Cameron he could go rewrite history by including some long, drawn out boring romance that didn’t even happen? People went to that film to see the actual tragedy not to see three hours of wasted time. And why the hell did that movie have to be so long? None of it made sense. I don’t care about any Oscar winnings because some of the worst films have won Oscars. I can’t believe Cameron blew most of Hollywood’s budget on this. Leonardo DiCaprio’s acting was fierce. He is a great actor hands down. He tends to overact sometimes but he is still talented. I still after all these years don’t know how in the hell Kate Winslet walked off with an Oscar nomination but anyway… This movie is not the perfect film some claim it is. This has got to be one of the most over overrated movies in history. And hanging off of a ship is supposed to be romantic? Since when?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Fame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Fame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fame-&lt;/strong&gt; Okay Fame is a cute and interesting film. It’s entertaining. But when did it get to be some culture obsession? People act like Fame created a new genre of musicals. Not exactly. Seeing children go through the School of Performing Arts was amazing yes but the film was not all that. The acting was terrible (made up of mostly first time and non-actors). The soundtrack was the only thing that made this film a hit to me. Irene Cara’s hit song pulled this movie over the top. Not to mention " I Sing the Body Electric ". Without these songs, the popularity of the character Leroy and the Oscar nomination Fame received, I don’t believe anyone would have thought about it twice. Uh, and let’s not talk about that pitiful television show. The Broadway hit is a true classic though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Grease.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Grease.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grease-&lt;/strong&gt; Okay I am a Grease fan. I enjoyed this film and I loved Grease 2. Yeah I did so don’t make fun of me! But why has this become a classic? It has a huge following we know but the hype of Grease is what made this film popular, not the actual film. I know the soundtrack is famous but without that and the 50’s background, you just had a bunch of thirty year-olds playing teenagers. The dialogue was pathetic. The story nonexistent. Even with a musical you should have decent writing and good direction. Olivia Newton-John and John Travolta rocked but most of the film was boring. It lost its appeal twenty years ago. This is another film that is merely entertaining but has been labeled a classic of our time. I’m rolling my eyes by the way. Grease is a good film, Broadway hit and a cultural film landmark (I get that) but it still makes my overrated list. People may make fun of Grease 2 but it was far more entertaining. Michelle Pfeiffer and Adrian Zmed rocked. At least the sequel brought more than just a cheesy plot engulfed in a hot soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Single.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Single.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singe White Female-&lt;/strong&gt; Oh back in 1992 there were two films you couldn’t get away from. Single White Female and its boring cousin, " The Hand That Rocks The&lt;br /&gt;Cradle ". I will get to that one in a second. After hearing how " scary " this film was I had to see it years ago. Everyone and their mother saw this movie. I was greatly disappointed. Why was this seen as a great thriller? The first two hours of the movie was filler. Bridget Fonda was probably the dumbest character known to man. Jennifer Jason Leigh (who I’ve enjoyed in other roles) was the most boring, wannabe psycho in film history. What made this film so great? It wasn’t frightening but stupid. The film would have been over in ten minutes if Fonda’s character had been written with a brain. I guess that is why they didn’t write her with one. THIS is a great thriller? Please! The title was intriguing but the film sucked. Same thing, unstable unattractive roommate fixates on her more popular roommate with the cute boyfriend. Another movie the media blew out of proportion. I can’t remember how this did in the theaters back then but it is highly overrated. If it hadn’t been for the unique title I don’t think anyone would have paid as much attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hand That Rocks The Cradle-&lt;/strong&gt; Oh please. I am a big Rebecca DeMornay fan. She’s a great actress but who the hell would really be scared of her? If they wanted people to take this seriously they shouldn’t have gotten an actress who looked like she came from the pages of Playboy. Now, get some homely type like Glenn Close (and I will get to her in a second) and we’ll talk. The plot was decent but the direction screwed that up. Annabelle Sciorra played the same old lame, dumb-woman role. We have the nanny (DeMornay) doing all this stuff then of course the lady of the house (Sciorra) doesn’t know it until it’s too late. Julianne Moore, one of my favorite actresses was completely wasted. Then again she wasn’t that known then so I suppose the check she got helped somewhat. This movie had me yawning at the beginning and shaking my head at the end. It was the same old lame stuff continuously. Killer nanny goes crazy at the end and thinks the kids are hers. Oh how original. The husband and wife ignore all signs that the woman is crazy until she comes back with an axe or knife to kill them. Ernie Hudson played retarded. Why he had to be retarded don’t ask me. If you haven’t seen this after all these years then you are smarter than I am. I wish I hadn’t EVER seen it. I am a DeMornay fan so I guess that makes this a guilty pleasure. The acting was all right but the film was pitiful. And how many films will be made where the husband is supposed to save the wife only to get conked on the head? And making Sciorra’s character have asthma was just some lame way of hindering her so she couldn’t fight back. Boy I’m still yawing. This was another " big " film in 1992. It didn’t deserve half the attention it got. Just another example of a film with a good title with nothing to show for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Fatal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Fatal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fatal Attraction-&lt;/strong&gt; Uh can anyone say, " Play Misty for Me? " How come in 1987, the world acted like this was the first stalker film ever made? I can name others before this that were much better. Now, don’t get me wrong. Fatal Attraction was decent. I mean Glenn Close was a good psycho but don’t make this out to be the first of its kind when it wasn’t half as good as " Play Misty for Me ". If you thought Close was frightening you should have seen Jessica Walter. She would kick Glenn Close’s butt! I also believe that the porno-like sex was thrown in when the director felt you’d doze off. It wasn’t needed. I didn’t want to see two mid forty year-olds humping each other on the sink, elevator and anywhere else. Uh, gross. I hold this up for Women’s Lib though. Every woman I know (me included) felt Douglas’ character got what he deserved. You got a great marriage then you cheat? And you cheat with Glenn Close when you got Anne Archer? Who can believe this? And why did they keep calling Close beautiful? Uh, no! I can’t even comment on that. Close was great in this role. Douglas was wasted because he didn’t really do anything but be stupid. You could have gotten any nobody to play that role. Michael must have been desperate. I know this was a huge box office smash but it didn’t deserve to be. I guess at the time it was exciting but after nearly twenty years it’s lost its appeal to me. I never thought it was a great thriller in the first place. I mean come on? Who besides Douglas’s dumb character hadn’t realized Close was loonier than tunes five minutes after the film started. I guess the burning rabbit thing is what made this film so famous. Hmmm?&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: DON’T CHEAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Out of Africa-&lt;/strong&gt; Can you say, " Boooooorrrrriiiiiinnnnngggggg? " One of the most overrated films. And I am sick of people acting like Meryl Streep created acting. And by the way Meryl is one of the most overrated &lt;em&gt;actresses &lt;/em&gt;I might add. She is an OKAY actor who stared in movies with big leading men that is why she is so known today. Contrary to popular belief Streep is not the best thing to walk into films and I am sick of people acting like she is. She’s okay but people kill me with this,&lt;br /&gt;" She’s the best actress in the world " junk. Please, far from it. Look at most of her films. She was with men or other leading ladies that made the films good but it wasn’t necessarily Streep. Out of Africa…the sedative of all sedatives. Forget sleeping pills folks. Just pop this DVD in and you’ll be in a coma before the first thirty minutes is over. Streep has got to be one of the most boring actresses I’ve ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/WE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/WE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The Witches of Eastwick-&lt;/strong&gt; Ah, it’s okay. I liked it but it could be better. I don’t know where all the hype came from though. Jack was a hoot wasn’t he? Way overrated though. Not so much frightening but it is funny and cute. Just a little draggy in spots. I loved that ending though! Still, very overrated but I guess good for the 80’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Eddie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Eddie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Tom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Tom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANY film made by Tom Cruise and Eddie Murphy.&lt;/strong&gt; Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film post may continue in the near future. I am sure there are thousands of others I forgot to name. Feel free to share your opinions. Now Tom and Eddie fans don’t blast me, LOL! Feel free to treat this as a tag if you want. I’d find it very interesting to see some of your Most Overrated Films list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bootsy (Bringing you top blog entertainment always!) Love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-114214350763062390?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114214350763062390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=114214350763062390' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114214350763062390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114214350763062390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-most-overrated-films.html' title='My Most Overrated Films'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-114202241787804130</id><published>2006-03-10T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T15:00:11.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top Ten Blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Madonna%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/400/Madonna%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is doing some list about blogs they most enjoy. Well this is mine. I am putting together a list of blogs I think actually make a difference. These bloggers actually say something meaningful from time to time. They can be humorous but they also tackle serious topics very well. I picked these blogs because of their ability to always hold my interest. I don’t go by a person’s hits or profile views. That doesn’t mean a blog is popular. That just means a lot of folks have tuned in. But the question is how many of them came back? Anyone can have a blog full of thousands of hits but are you saying something meaningful? A truly popular blog has nothing to do with profile hits but with content. If someone is visiting your blog on a regular basis, whether it’s ten or ten thousand people then I applaud those bloggers. I also can’t stand those blogs who don’t let people have their say and disagree. NEWSFLASH: It’s a blog! People aren’t going to always agree but don’t make them feel bad if they don’t! Let them have their say as long as they show you respect. Who would want to visit a blog run by some tyrant? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blogs I have listed aren’t filler. I am not into glitzy blogs. You know the kind where the people really don’t have anything to say but just a site made up of designs and crap like that? I find them tedious and boring because the blogger obviously had to do something extra to dress up their blog. I don’t go for those UNLESS you got something important to say. And I am not into those glamorous-wannabe blogs that do nothing but talk about some star’s hair and make-up. Please. I’d buy a magazine for that. Is that all you can bring? What’s original about that? Sure you can talk about celebs from time to time but not every day. Bring something new to the table. A blog is supposed to be the blogger’s insights not full of cheap, glossy designs and boring posts. Don’t you hate those kinds of blogs? I visit those once I am out of there. You also have to update regularly in my opinion. I know it gets hard. We can’t all post a lot of times every week but when you leave your blog vacant for months at a time how can you expect anyone to be interested in it? You might as well give it up by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Just because I don’t name your blog here doesn’t mean you’re not one of my favorites. Everyone I’ve added to my links is someone I very much enjoy. I also enjoy blogs I haven’t linked to yet. So please don’t feel bad if I didn’t add you. These are people I have known for a while so I wanted to give a shout out. I had a lot of other favorites but they fell off when they stopped updating. You got to keep it up, people! Can’t be a top blogger if you don’t update, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now with all of that said, here are my Top Ten blogs and why:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Abeni&lt;/strong&gt;- She brings realistic issues to the table. Whenever I want to know about various news topics around the world, I visit Abeni first thing. She always educates me and keeps me in the know with current affairs. I think of her as my own blog reporter. She’s witty, insightful and I can’t help but keep coming back for more. A true blogger at her best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Rose&lt;/strong&gt;- Lessons Learned is probably one of the best blogs ever created. I say this because Rose tackles issues with such sincerity and sensitivity. She gives her opinion about things but she never judges. She’s never had a hostile environment. The blog is always so laid back and spiritual. I admire how she keeps this tone no matter what. It’s also very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Shawn &lt;/strong&gt;(The Grump)- I just like the way he thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Kathi&lt;/strong&gt;- With Kat it’s hard to say. Sometimes it’s like she didn’t know what the hell she wanted to post. Monday she’ll talk about fishing and the next day it will be cooking ribs, LOL. I just have to check in because I am never disappointed and often leave her site laughing. She switches the script to something serious from time to time too. I admire that. I never know what to expect when I visit and that’s what blog visitors like I believe. She keeps me guessing and that keeps me interested. Plus, she’s a good blog buddy of mine. I love visiting. She also makes you feel comfortable. And not to mention she’s crazy as hell! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;“ N “ Search of Ecstasy&lt;/strong&gt;- One of my new favorites. I love the way she puts up her HAM/Hot Ghetto Mess pictures! She’s down to earth, funny and she keeps it real. She stays true to herself and I like that. I also love to hear her commentate on such pitiful people. You guys need to see those HAM pictures. Man those folks are pathetic, LOL! Her blog is great for laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Ladylee&lt;/strong&gt;- She’s just crazy as hell. I love her blog. Now this is one blogger who never runs out of something to say LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Dr. Deborah&lt;/strong&gt;- I can’t say enough about this lady. I am just glad she shares her expertise with all of us. Very enlightening blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Lady in Satin&lt;/strong&gt;- She’s calm, cool and relaxed. She is a very sweet and positive person. I love visiting her and I love when she visits me because she always has something kind to say. You can tell she really cares about others. She picks me up when I am down. Her blog is the total opposite of anything hostile. The minute you click onto it you feel like you stepped on a planet of harmony. I’m not lying! Visit her blog and see if you don’t feel like running through the grass naked, sniffing flowers. LOL! It’s so serene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Ruben&lt;/strong&gt;- Ruben is incredibly weird and I guess that is what I like about him. He’s funny as heck! He goes through the most embarrassing situations but doesn’t mind sharing them. I don’t pop into Ruben’s space a lot but when I do he makes me glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Shavonne&lt;/strong&gt;- Another blogger who keeps it real! She has a lot to say about various subjects and I love the way she says it. She also keeps me guessing. I just love visiting to see what she comes up with next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, these are my top ten blogs for now. Like I said, just because I didn’t list you doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy your blog. I just wanted to give a quick shout out to these folks. Have a good weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bootsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-114202241787804130?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114202241787804130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=114202241787804130' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114202241787804130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114202241787804130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-top-ten-blogs.html' title='My Top Ten Blogs'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-114189199214072407</id><published>2006-03-09T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T09:12:19.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge: Is it Worth It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/MB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/400/MB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Know who that is? If you don't know or don't recall you'll find out at the end of the post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have someone in our lives that we’ve wished revenge on. That is just human nature. We have all dealt with people who have hurt us. In return we wished something upon them. We always said that if we could get back at them we would. I know I have. I remember instances from my past where people wronged me then I said I couldn’t wait till the day when I could get them back. I always dreamed of going to my high school reunion and bragging to the people who may have hurt me. Even before I became an author I still knew I would do something more than them because when people try to hold you down, you always turn out to be better than they are. A lot of kids are teased. A lot of kids are picked on and bullied. Almost all of those kids wish for the day when they can get revenge. But, is it truly worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny how we go through life holding on to the negative things we’ve encountered. We blame others but maybe sometimes it is our fault for letting it get the best of us. I always dreamed of the day when I could get bitchy with some girl who talked behind my back or some guy who teased me. I don’t believe it’s worth it. You know why? Because those folks have already gotten what’s coming to them by the time you reconnect with them. If you ever do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the story of this actress. She’s not famous but she’s been in some movies. She did an interview before her debut movie role. She explained how badly a girl picked on her when she was in school. She said the girl treated her horribly. She talked about her looks. She said she would never be anything because she wasn’t attractive. She did some very nasty things. Well, the actress met up with that girl after the movie came out. The actress said she’d had all these things in her head that she’d been dying to say to the girl since high school. She’d practiced it over and over. She said that if she ever met her again she would let her have it. Alas she didn’t. She said it just wasn’t worth it. The girl of course acted like they’d been friends in school. She acted as though she hadn’t remembered how badly she treated the actress. Once the actress realized how limited the girl’s life was now, she just couldn’t say the things she wanted to. She said the excitement vanished. It just didn’t seem important anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree. I’ve met up with people from middle school who didn’t treat me right back then. They come up to me like we were old friends. “ Hey, girl! Girl you look good! “ All I can think about was how this person treated me. I wonder if they even took their behavior seriously because I did. We think that revenge is being able to tell these folks off or to let them see how successful we’ve become. You know what real revenge is? It’s just letting it all slide. Believe me the person who did you wrong realizes your life is better than theirs is the moment they approached you. You can almost see the shock or envy in their eyes. That’s better than telling them off to me. They now have to simmer in their own juices. Some even look at you like they have the nerve to apologize. We all know it’s way too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we’ve all experienced people like this. They treated you wrong in the past. Now when you see them after all that time they recount history as if you were best friends. I have to laugh. Don’t let it fool you. It’s killing them believe me. People who hurt others in the past always end up with the short end of the stick. We even began to feel sorry from them. All that contempt we felt flies out the window when we see how pathetic they’ve gotten. At some point they knew their less-than-perfect lives were payback for something. They always seem to realize that once they’ve hooked up with you again. Sometimes you can’t help but pity these types of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know longer crave revenge at this point right? No, seeing them struggling with their lives just takes that away. It’s funny how good people can still feel sorry for people who did us wrong. Though they never ever thought twice about the things they did to us. Ring any bells? Do you think you could act our your revenge on someone once you caught up with them again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo is Meredith Brooks.&lt;em&gt; “ I’m a bitch, I’m a lover…”&lt;/em&gt; You guys remember that song? Long live bitch rock! Look at her. Play that guitar, girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when she opened for the Stones back in the late 90’s and the people booed her. Tsk, tsk. I don’t listen to her much now but the songs I heard were pretty good. She’s no Pat Benatar (one of my rock idols) but she’s definitely got a style all her own. You guys know how much I love electric guitars! I still plan to get mine soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-114189199214072407?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114189199214072407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=114189199214072407' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114189199214072407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114189199214072407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/revenge-is-it-worth-it.html' title='Revenge: Is it Worth It?'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-114174502327306260</id><published>2006-03-07T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T23:45:09.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts, Celebrations &amp; New Ventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Reese.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/400/Reese.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOUGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ve been absent for a couple of days. I’ve been extremely busy. I am still working on my anthology. I have one more short story within it to complete then I am done. My current publisher is looking most of it over right now. It may take me a while to hear from him with all the literary events going on (he tends to go to all of them) but I am very excited and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that with each ounce of exposure I get, more opportunities open up for me. Also, it’s funny that you can be more popular than you know. Yesterday I popped on the Internet and my Yahoo instant messenger was on. But I didn’t know it was on. I never chat on instant messenger. I used to years ago. I don’t have the time now. I’m laughing because within seconds about ten boxes popped up. “ Hi Stacy “, “ Hey Stacy “, “ How are you doing, Stacy? “ I didn’t know any of the people but they knew me. I could tell I was popular in the literary world because every so often I get emails from people who know me that I have never heard of, LOL. Now, with the messenger craziness I know I might darn well be famous, LOL! I had to pop off though. I was kind of scared because IM boxes were popping up on top of one another. Goodness, talk about Internet paparazzi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you all heard about the new computer device that allows authors to autograph their books online? My mom told me about it and I also read about it on the net. I love the idea because I am one of those authors who live outside of New York AND very shy so I hate going to all those events. You cannot believe how many literary events there are. Every time I turn around there is something different. So I like the idea of this mechanical pen thing. Also someone was telling me about cyber book tours now. Yep, book tours over the Internet. Amazing huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CELEBRATIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy for Reese! Some of you know that I am a big Reese Witherspoon fan! I have been a fan of hers since she was a child. She’s a wonderful actress. She’s vibrant and I just love Reese to death. She’s cute as a button! She’s so sweet. I was so happy she won her Oscar. I don’t watch awards shows. Nope I hate them. I know Reese was up against talented ladies but I wanted Reese to win. It was her time to shine. I just hope Ryan can support her. I hope he doesn’t succumb to jealousy like some men do when their wives do successful things. Can’t tell you how many Hollywood couples bit the dust after the woman won an Oscar. What I like about Reese is that she continues to be the sweet down home girl most people love. Success and money hasn’t changed her. You can’t say that about most people these days. Go Reese! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;For the record I was glad Heath didn’t win. I can’t stand him, sorry. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also happy that I received an autograph photo of Tyra Banks. I didn’t even ask for one. I emailed her to ask something about the show yet I got an autographed picture instead. It’s not that big but hey…at least it was free, LOL! No I am just kidding. It was a beautiful photo. I give big autograph photos of myself by the way. I stopped having contests so I haven’t issued any in a while. You want an autograph picture of me then let me know. Yep, authors give out autograph pictures too, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW VENTURES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is the big news. Any of you noticed the addition of my new blog? Well check the profile if you haven’t. I just started my own interview blog station. “ In The Light “ is my new blogazine! I am now an entertainment interviewer. I will be interviewing different people in the entertainment field (actors, singers, authors, etc.). My blogazine is geared towards folks who may be known but not famous. Don’t you get sick of famous folks anyway? LOL! So check out &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://inthelightblogazine.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://inthelightblogazine.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; to read more about it. I will air my debut interview in a few days. I hope you all will become regular readers of “ In The Light “. You can read more about it at my site, Stacy-Deanne.net. Exciting huh? This is to perfect my interviewing skills because I plan to have my own magazine in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh (taking a breath)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny huh? I complain about being busy and tired yet I always end up adding another notch to my belt don’t I? Well I’m an overachiever and I never run from a challenge. LOL! So, that’s why I haven’t been here since the other day. I am very excited about the new things I am doing. I hope you guys support me on my new blogazine. I promise not to disappoint and bring you “ the best interviews with the best people “.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo is Reese. She has reason to smile doesn’t she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-114174502327306260?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114174502327306260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=114174502327306260' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114174502327306260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114174502327306260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/thoughts-celebrations-new-ventures.html' title='Thoughts, Celebrations &amp; New Ventures'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-114155012411971475</id><published>2006-03-05T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T23:27:58.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Practicing What I Preach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/KC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/400/KC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hola,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The song I can’t seem to get enough of these days: &lt;em&gt;Situations&lt;/em&gt; by Keyshia Cole.&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering what I am listening to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I suppose I received a test against my positive behavior. For a little while there I seemed to have failed the test. I succumbed to worrying today. Yep, I found myself worrying and thinking negatively. It wasn’t until my mother told me everything would be all right that I decided to let those negative vibes go. The positive journey is a rewarding one but we all fall back a time or two. I am back now. Nothing will break me. I just got a little scared about something today. Then once again my mother was there to lend a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still a bit shaken but I will be okay. Like I said, nothing will break me. I will slip off the glasses of worry and slip on my shades of happiness. We all fall off sometimes. It’s just like fighting an addiction. You can kick the habit but at times you still get withdrawal pains. I’m human after all. I must remind myself and stop trying to be perfect. I will stop listening to percentages and scenarios. Just because something happened to others does not mean it will happen to us. We must let go of that negativity. It’s when we start doubting ourselves and worrying without cause that brings on a most of our problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now saying that, I am free, LOL! I came face to face with a test. I may have slipped a little there with my positive thinking but its back now. I will let all the worries go. After all, I have a lot to be thankful for. I will stop listening to things that “ might “ and&lt;br /&gt;“ could “ happen and focus on things that do. I will continue to practice what I preach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me get back to this &lt;strong&gt;Keyshia&lt;/strong&gt; CD. I can’t get enough of her and the latest &lt;strong&gt;Faith Evans&lt;/strong&gt;. I’m playing these CDs so much I’m surprised they haven’t broken yet. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bootsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-114155012411971475?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114155012411971475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=114155012411971475' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114155012411971475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114155012411971475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/practicing-what-i-preach.html' title='Practicing What I Preach'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-114141714516055032</id><published>2006-03-03T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T17:25:07.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/StacyFri%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/400/StacyFri%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bootsy's feeling good today! I went shopping! Yep I had a blast! I nearly bought out the entire store. I bought me some hot spring/summer clothes to enhance my wardrobe. Houston's weather is beautiful today. I feel rested. I feel content. I have let go of all negativity. I am anticipating a weekend of rest, relaxation and writing. Yep, still wrapping up that anthology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy am I pooped. I don't know about men, but there is nothing like a good day of shopping that makes a woman feel good. You should see that tab, LOL! Oh I feel sooooooo good today! Another reason is because I lost more weight. Yep, I work on it and I'm doing good. I'm a vegetarian you know. I only eat chicken, fish and turkey. I mainly eat turkey. I feel lighter, healthier. Shoot I just feel GOOD! Ever have an extremely happy day? Well this is one for me. I am high on life, baby! I hope you all enjoy your weekend! If you can, do something this weekend that makes you feel&lt;em&gt; good&lt;/em&gt;! Enjoy life while you got the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bootsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-114141714516055032?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114141714516055032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=114141714516055032' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114141714516055032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114141714516055032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/feeling-good.html' title='Feeling Good!'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-114137687667860040</id><published>2006-03-03T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T13:19:07.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Old Strange, Strange Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay it’s two in the morning. I got out of bed just to write this. I wanted to blog about this because it all popped back into my head. Writers like to go with our guts and feelings immediately. Most of us don’t like to hold off on ideas so I wanted to write about this. It will not only clear things up for me, but it would be nice to see what others think of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind to 2001. Here’s the story…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this guy. He was a white guy. Most of my men friends have been white. It just happened that way. I guess because we had some of the same interests. Also, I am a big supporter of interracial relationships. That’s just me. I don’t look at people’s color when it comes to dating or whatever. This guy has been out of my life for years but today of all days I found myself thinking about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to know how it all began? Well, he approached me. For those who may need a reminder, I am a model as well as author. Curvaceous thing I am, I modeled on the full-figure circuit. I modeled for sites mainly. I modeled lingerie, all types of things. Well, it was 2001 and I was depressed back then. A lot of things were going badly. My writing career wasn’t where I wanted it to be. I just felt lost. I delved into the only thing that made me like myself. That was my looks. So I started focusing on modeling just to uplift me. There is nothing like feeling attractive right? This is how I met “ Jay “. I won’t use his real name of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we met? Jay wrote me a long letter about how attractive I was out of the blue. He told me he saw my modeling pictures and he wanted to get to know me. He basically said I was the woman of his dreams. And any woman will tell you that, that is the sweetest thing any woman can hear from a man. It doesn’t happen often to any of us so I was very flattered. He was very honest. He told me he thought I was very beautiful. He went onto explain how he loved black girls even though he never dated any. Since I am heavy into interracial relationships myself, I thought this was wonderful. He liked full ladies too, LOL. The first letter he went on and on about how good I looked from my head to my toes. I’m not a fool but I wrote him back. I was surprised I did at the time because I got mail from tons of men when I modeled. Some men even proposed to me by email. It’s pathetic and creepy isn’t it? I thought it was just because I modeled but I’ve attracted even more creeps as a writer. I wrote Jay back thanking him for the sweet things he said. That’s how it began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met and started hanging. We chatted on the Internet constantly. We had so much in common that it blew me away. I was in my early twenties so I wasn’t looking for someone to live a life with, but the more I hung with Jay, the better the idea became. Everything was okay for a while. You see I’m a very inquisitive woman. I noticed Jay was ‘ different ‘ from the beginning. He had a little ‘ weird ‘ streak in him. At least I thought it was a little one at the time. So I played along with the things he said. We would talk about sex. He would talk about things he liked to do, etc. I was just playing along. Maybe I was leading him on but I did it. If it was wrong then I was just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t have any problems with his weird behavior until I noticed it went beyond that. He would suggest things he’d want us to do later in the relationship. (We never slept with each other. I want that to be known.) He would just suggest things. We both felt we’d one day make this step. Of course, I figured it was just a game but the farther along we went, the stranger Jay grew. He was a writer too so he would write stories to me. He wrote erotic stories and yes, I liked that. I am not going to lie and say I didn’t. But it went way beyond that. We knew each other for probably a total of two or three years and I still can’t believe I stayed around that long. I wasn’t taking him seriously at first. It all seemed like a game. But it wasn’t. Jay had serious issues. He had a very weird sexual appetite. His desires went from strange, to morbid. He talked of porn sites he visited. He told me he wanted us to get married. He said he could see us married n the future. I of course could not. I was like, “ What? “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I led him on. I know that. Luckily I realized he was sick before I found myself in harm’s way. He completely went out of the box. He said that he wanted me to flash men for him. He said that would turn him on, for men to see what he had. He said he that would like me to have sex with other men so he could watch. Even if we got married. Of course I was disgusted. And I wasn’t going to marry him! Please! I’m not a fool! But somehow I kept thinking this just couldn’t be happening. This guy, I thought was so cool to be with cannot be this perverted. He was. Jay just couldn’t keep his mind out of the gutter. He got more and more perverted as time went on. It scared me because I kept thinking how could someone so young be like this already? Did his family know? He’d always suggest things then he’d say, “ Am I scaring you? “ or “ I don’t want to pressure you. “ He knew damn well when he went too far. I became frightened of Jay. I cut ties with him. Yep after all that time right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have been stupid because I started missing him. He started emailing me. He asked me what had happened. Why I didn’t want to be with him anymore. He said that he would chill with how he behaved. That he was only playing. And like a sap, I believed him. We started up again. Of course, since my absence his desires had gotten worse. He’d gotten so obsessed with porn sites on the Internet that he’d lost so much weight because he was too busy doing that to eat. He’d dropped probably forty pounds since I last saw him. He couldn’t eat for being so obsessed with his desires. It wasn’t that he was obsessed with the “ sex “ itself, but with his strange desires. He kept going on about how he was going to buy a web cam. He went on about it for weeks. He said he wanted us to see each other when we chatted on the net. I’m no fool. I knew what he was gearing towards. And I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted the web cam so I could see him. He wanted me to get one so he could see me. I was so disgusted. He kept trying to masturbate in front of me. Now, I knew he was masturbating when we chatted before. I had a feeling. It had been obvious. Now he wanted me to watch him and I had, had it. I didn’t even say I never wanted to see him again. I just clicked off that night like always. It was like it was no big deal. That was in 2003. I never spoke to or heard from Jay again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he was upset. I know he wondered what happened. I guess he figured I took all I could take. How can you seriously have a relationship with someone who is this warped? I cared about him a lot. But he needed serious help. So today I was thinking about him. I don’t want to see him or anything. It’s just that he popped into my head. I wonder how things would have ended up if I kept giving him chance after chance. The relationship was draining at best. And I know I brought some of it on myself. I know that. I guess I fell in love a little bit there. Or else I enjoyed the attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s over. Love is a funny thing is it? But then again, how can I be sure that’s what this was anyway? Should I feel guilty for not telling Jay I didn’t want him? Was it wrong that I just left like that? I often wonder. He scared me so much at that point I couldn’t bear to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel guilty. I think I should have handled it better. Funny that this is the first time in years I’ve thought of him. I am just glad it’s all over. This relationship is part of the reason I don’t worry about dating. I guess Jay’s strange behavior ruined it for me. Well, I just wanted to share. What do you think of this weird situation? Maybe I was dumb for sharing it but I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-114137687667860040?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114137687667860040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=114137687667860040' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114137687667860040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114137687667860040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-old-strange-strange-relationship.html' title='My Old Strange, Strange Relationship'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-114124983180339475</id><published>2006-03-01T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T05:48:02.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brangelina: What’s Your Verdict?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Bradan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/400/Bradan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hmmm, the picture of the perfect couple...or not?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay Bootsy buddies. I got something new for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your opinions. Whether you’re a man or woman. Short or tall. Thin or thick. Black or white. Married or single. Vegetarian or meat lover. Gay or straight. Movie fan or not. What do YOU think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you’ve been hiding under a rock lately you should know that Angelina Jolie has been named the new tramp of 2006. People have called her everything from whore to home wrecker. Despite the fact that Angelina and Brad insist they didn’t start a romantic relationship until after he and Jennifer Anniston split, America doesn’t seem to be buying it. So here is my question to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU THINK ANGELINA JOLIE IS A HOMEWRECKER?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Brad Pitt is the biggest dog in the world. I don’t watch Angelina’s films but I always liked her. I am disappointed in her choices. I admire her for her work with charities. She seems to be a very nice person. It’s her life but I thought the woman was smarter than to be with Brad Pitt. Are you all falling for Brad’s “ act “? Some folks seem to think he’s changed. I think the charity act he’s pulling was so he can get into Angelina’s pants. Of course people do change for the better at times but honey I don’t buy this “ new and improved “ Brad Pitt. Underneath his new wanna-be-Angelina’s-baby-daddy routine, I still see the dog clear as day. That’s my two cents on Bradley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the question at hand. What do you think? I am sure you probably don’t care but I still want to know your opinions. Do you think Angelina broke up Jennifer and Brad? What do you believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just keep wondering why the media is making this out to be Angelina’s fault. Even if she were a home wrecker (not saying she is but...) Brad wouldn’t be innocent would he? How come blame hasn’t been laid at his feet? He struts around like King Casanova while Angelina takes all the blame. If they were hitting the sheets when Brad was with Jennifer then they are both to blame. I’d blame Brad more because he was married to Jennifer. Angelina wasn’t. We can’t just blame the outsider without blaming the person who stepped out on the marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what’s going on. I hope that Angelina has more respect than to have been with Brad while he was married. You’d think that after being with a dog like Billy Bob Thornton she’d have more sense. What the heck does Brad Pitt have? He isn’t even half as good looking as he used to be. Nope I’m not buying it, Brad. I am waiting for him to dump Angelina. I know he will. I don’t believe they will get married. Nope, sure don’t. This reminds me of Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck. A relationship full of hype. I’m not buying the love. Especially on Bradley’s part. Of course people can change but it's going to take more than Brad cooing in the papers with Angelina's kids to convince me. I keep wondering if he's going to get bored with Angie once he stars in a movie with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, if you care to comment and I hope you do…what do you guys think? Is Angelina a home wrecker? Sure, I know you could probably care less. 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Britney1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sick of her! She hogged the press up for years now that her career has dried up she’s trying to get back into the limelight with this baby. Every time I get on the net there is something about her and this baby! We don’t care! Like she’s the only person to have a baby. I feel sorry for that child. At the rate she’s going this poor baby will be in some sort of rehab before it’s two. Britney go sit down! America is sick of you! I’m sick of you and soon your baby will be too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, she has any fans left I am sure they are probably sick of her too. How obvious can it be that the Brit has lost any hope of returning to pop stardom? Let’s go down the line, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasn’t had a hit (or album) in at least two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who once worshipped her now make fun of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has joined the ranks of “ major has-beens “ the same as other recent pop stars. Her ex included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality show got cancelled (Now that’s pitiful. You’re supposed to be the pop princess yet you can’t keep a shabby UPN reality show on the air? Shoot Meth and Red stayed on longer than Britney and Kevin and that show was ridiculous!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and the biggie…she’s in a pathetic marriage with a pathetic husband. The rumor is she’s pregnant again. I don’t know if it’s true but do I care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney when will you get the picture? We don’t care about you! And the people that did have grown up and moved on! Grow up and be a real mother! Act your age! Stop using your baby as a way to stay in the media. It’s not working. Once you’re overexposed you just can’t go back. Once people are sick of you, that’s just the end. Get over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we have at least one day without hearing about the Brit? I guess next time I log on they’ll be a photo of how she holds her breast when she breast feeds. Britney please go sit down. No one cares anymore. The only good quality she had was that she kissed Madonna. Okay, I won’t go into my Madonna obsession today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Britney you need to go home! Give us one day of peace, please! Look at her on this photo trying to be Janet. It’s so obvious. Didn’t work though. She imitated everyone, Madonna, Janet and Aaliyah (she held the big snake first). Remember Britney with that snake? She saw Aaliyah and did the same thing in less than a week. Janet should sue because any decent dance Britney used was hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear one of those Brit videos was “ Rhythm Nation “ big time. The only difference was the clothes. She’s never gonna be Janet so she can sit down with that. Janet wore this same outfit about a year before. She imitated Janet from moves to hair to clothes. Then when she found out Madonna jogs she started jogging. She knows the only thing she ever ran after was food. She’s supposed to be a dancer but at one while her thighs were bigger than mine! I just hope she’s not trying to get a sitcom. Then again I don’t think anyone would waste time giving her one these days. Then again Bravo might. Any network that gives Bobby Brown a show is beyond pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that picture. Can you say “ stank “? At least the words are covering her face. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-114115571097900319?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114115571097900319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=114115571097900319' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114115571097900319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114115571097900319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/02/britney-go-sit-down.html' title='Britney Go Sit Down!'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-114105543611548825</id><published>2006-02-27T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T08:44:16.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Treat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hey blog pals,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to do something special today. I bring you the man with the mission. Yep I decided to post about my publisher Tony Rose. You can read about him. You can learn about all the things he’s accomplished. He’s done it all. He’s a songwriter. He’s had his own record company. He’s penned songs for New Kids on the Block, The Main Ingredient and Barbara Streisand. Now he has expanded his talent to books. He’s a wonderful person. Not just because he’s my publisher but because he’s an all around good guy. So look at the link and read more about Tony. You can also catch him with some celebs in these pictures as always. I posted this mainly for Joanne because she loves Blair Underwood and there is a pic of them at an event recently. Blair looks fine as always! Don’t drool too heavily, Joanne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to share another piece of my career with you. I hope Tony doesn’t see this. I am sure he is too busy to think twice about some ol’ blog. Good because I would be quite embarrassed. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.longlivethemusic.com/custom.em?pid=393885&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger is not acting right again so the link won't come out. You'll have to paste it in your browser. Darn Blogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bootsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-114105543611548825?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114105543611548825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=114105543611548825' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114105543611548825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114105543611548825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/02/special-treat.html' title='Special Treat!'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-114088444135706265</id><published>2006-02-25T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T11:33:13.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stacy’s Dating Tips: Ditch The Books!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you miss me? I missed you too. Let me send cyber kisses to all the folks that missed me. Now, let’s get down to business. I want to talk about dating. Why? I don’t know. I was sitting in my room watching a silly teen movie. (License to Drive) since you asked.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I was a little pup back then. 1988, I was only in Elementary school but to me it was a great year. For anyone who has seen the “ Coreys “ famous film, you know it’s basically a dating movie. At least it was a big one back then. So it sparked this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to give some straight up advice. Okay, don’t get on me. I know you guys are saying, who is she to give dating advice? She’s not even married. HELLO! I don’t want to be married. I’m happy being single thank you, LOL. Believe me it is by choice. Anyway, my tips are simple. I think there shouldn’t be any rules when dating is concerned. Our rules should be left up to us individually. We’re different people right? Everyone has different needs and wants in a relationship. So why do millions of single women and men feel they need to buy books that claim to help you “ find the right man or woman “? I mean, come on. Aren’t most of those books pretty lame? I don’t know about you but I don’t need some stuffy Ph.D. (who isn’t anything attractive mind you), telling me what I need to do in terms of dating. And a lot of those relationship doctors are single themselves. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t listen to them. Listen to me. Come on, it’s your girl, Bootsy. Have I ever stirred you wrong? Do you love me? Do you trust me? Course you do. It’s the Voice baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go with what’s comfortable for you. It’s a new age. Women need to start taking control and asking men out on dates. A lot of women believe the myth that men don’t like forward women. A lot of them do. If a man likes you, he will be happy you asked him out because it will let him off the hook. Ladies, men have it hard. They can’t resist us so they spend their lives coming up with successful ways to win us over. But if you’re a grown woman, confident in yourself, why can’t you ask him out? Now me, it’s no qualms for me to ask a man out. I’d do it in a heartbeat. Especially if I know he’s sweating bullets “ working “ up to asking me. That’s right. Men have to “ work “ up to asking women out. I believe there is nothing wrong with a woman taking the first step. You wait on him and you might be in the senior citizen home before you get an invitation. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing with dating is that people assume a date has to be “ old fashioned “. People, the dinner and movie thing is through. That was over in the early nineties. You gotta get with it. Make your date so fun your company will want to marry you when it’s over. Do something hysterical! Something wild! I don’t want a boring dinner, movie and dancing date. No, shoot let’s go see a porn flick at an adult theater. That would be fun, LOL! Go roller-skating (Even if you can’t skate that’s most of the fun! Falling over each other and laughing like hens is a blast!) Plus, he has an excuse to touch you. And women love to play hard to get don’t we? Go to a comedy club. I love to laugh. I have a great sense of humor. Things like this break the ice. Go to the zoo! Go shopping. Shoot, help each other put up an entertainment system. Heck, if the other is moving, help them move for the day! As long as you’re together, it’s a date! When you have a normal setting you will naturally become comfortable. If you are comfortable, go to the gym together. Yeah get sweaty. Talk about breaking the ice. You’ll feel good knowing you’re not the only one who needs to knock off the pounds. Go driving. Go on a trolley or train ride. Go to a basketball or baseball game. Do something fun! Throw those boring old date ideas out the window! And if you want to include some music, crash a party. That’s right. Folks do it all the time. Just go to some private hotel function and stroll on in like you belong there. Do something daring (not illegal). This makes all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta make your own decisions when it comes to dating. Maybe some people still like it old-fashioned but I don’t want to feel like I’m with my dad when I go out with a guy. See what I mean? We should be courteous and polite but ditch the stuffiness. It’s no fun when someone is putting on airs. A date should be relaxing. Don’t act like you’re at a business meeting. And dress for the date. If you’re going to a nightly picnic in the park (ooh these are fun and romantic!). Just be careful because some parks are dangerous after dark. I suggest staying in the car these days. There are some sick folks out there. But if you’re going on a picnic or somewhere relaxing, wear the right clothes. Don’t overdress. And if you’re going to the theater, leave the jeans at home, fellows. You can’t mess up on a date as long as you’re prepared. That’s the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be confident. Don’t sit down and start talking about the “ plight of Iraq “ if you really don’t know a damn thing about it. Don’t talk about current affairs if America is at war. Don’t talk about Hurricane Katrina! Who wants to talk about tragedy during a date? Don’t talk about things you THINK the other wants to hear. Be yourself. Just because Brad and Angelina went to the Grammy’s doesn’t mean your date wants to talk about it. Understand? And would you? Talk about YOURSELF. This is the time the person needs to get to know YOU. Keep the conversation light, and fun. And don’t talk too much. Leave room for your date to break in. If she or he has to keep saying, “ Well uh…uh…yeah…I mean…” then you are talking way too much. Motor mouths are not appreciated. And I know it’s a sign of nervousness. You’re gonna be nervous on a first date with someone. Relax, breathe and be yourself. Talk about movies and music. Everyone in the world can relate to that. Talk about things you like to buy and places you’ve traveled to. Men, women are impressed with travelers. I can’t tell you how hearing of a man traveling to India would knock my socks off. Do not talk about your ex! It’s too soon to start whining about your ex on the first date with someone new. They don’t want to hear your sour grapes believe me. I knew of a date where a woman said the man started crying at the table about his ex. Pathetic. It showed the fool wasn’t anywhere near ready for a new relationship. Also, turn that damn cell phone off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And men, when women go out on dates, we want it to lead to more. That’s not a myth. Most women over twenty-five are looking for a real relationship. So don’t blow it. I think a lot of men are still playing the field at this age but just know that when you take a woman out, she’s prepping you to see if you fit in with her and her life, LOL! Women over twenty-three don’t go out on dates for no reason most times. If we decided to date you, it’s because we either hope you’ll be someone to marry one day or that we want a serious lover. That’s it plain and simple. So fellows you have to be extra smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just broke it down for you. The kind of man I like you ask? I’ve spelled it out before. And please, don’t dare put yourself down because you think you don’t “ look “ good. Everyone is beautiful. I’d date a confident man who wasn’t very attractive on the outside faster than I would date an arrogant man who looked like a model. See the point? And the way you dress can help you a lot. You may not be The Rock, but if you do things to compliment you, that’s what counts. Dating is natural because we are natural. Relationships can’t be held to a mode. So ditch those dating books and go with YOUR gut. Be yourself! And your date will not only have you coming home full of fun, if you played your cards right, you may not be coming home alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bootsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-114088444135706265?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114088444135706265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=114088444135706265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114088444135706265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114088444135706265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/02/stacys-dating-tips-ditch-books.html' title='Stacy’s Dating Tips: Ditch The Books!'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-114083070513872733</id><published>2006-02-24T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:59:47.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You're Interested...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Mad%201.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Mad%201.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Check out this page on my site to read my interviews: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stacy-deanne.net/events.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;http://www.stacy-deanne.net/events.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I decided that I would no longer post them on the blog because I wanted to direct as much traffic to my site as possible so no more free rides with my press information, LOL! You'll have to go to &lt;em&gt;Stacy-Deanne.net&lt;/em&gt; from now on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Be courteous enough to sign the guestbook while you're at my site. Sign up for the mailing list too to get inside information on me and my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Have a good weekend. I'll be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bootsy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee scrollamount="5" width="100%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/t.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/h.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/e.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/v.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/o.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/i.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/c.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/e.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/400/Mo%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE VOICE IS ON HIATUS!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Personal Reasons)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEE YA'WHEN I SEE YA'!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With Love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stacy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note: Should have a new interview to inform you about in a few days. I'll definitely post the site and information!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'll be back soon don't worry!  I just have to take care of some things!  I know some of you are wondering.  Meanwhile, changed my template. Yep. This is the third one I've had. I get bored easily plus you need to change your templates every so often because it does get boring to visitors too. And you want visitors to keep coming!  Hope you like it! It's simple, yet sleek and stylish. Also, the white blogs are in.  Did you know that? LOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;marquee scrollamount="5" width="100%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/t.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/h.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/e.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/v.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/o.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/i.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/c.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/e.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/x.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/a.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/u.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/t.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/h.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/o.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/r.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-114046312578057401?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/114046312578057401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=114046312578057401' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114046312578057401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/114046312578057401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/02/see-ya-soon.html' title='See Ya&apos; Soon!'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-114022198825114658</id><published>2006-02-17T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T16:19:48.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting The Record Straight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First let me say thanks to everyone! I can’t believe the love you’ve all shown me. You act like I said I was going to the moon! LOL, you guys must love me huh? I love you too. I appreciate the nice things my regular blog buddies said along with my new visitors. Also, let me say, welcome newbies. I hope you continue to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my last post, I was depressed but not about life or anything. It’s just weird when you are used to people then they are gone all of a sudden. You naturally get attached to people when you spend months getting to know them on blogs. It’s similar to a job. You know how it feels when you’re working with people for a while then all of a sudden they aren’t there anymore? It’s a weird feeling to get used to. I am not depressed about it anymore. It’s just that I enjoyed getting to know some of those folks and I guess now I will never hear from them again. It’s silly how you can get attached to someone’s blog huh? But I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry I wasn’t depressed about life or anything. My life is going very well right now. Great things are happening in my career. I am always positive. It was just like a slap in the face to turn around and see a bunch of blog pals just up and leave without warning. I got depressed about Joy (Paint the World Pink) leaving. She’d just started a few months ago and her blog always lifted me up. It quickly became one of my favorites. Now she’s gone. Like many others I won’t mention. Then again, that’s their life. I wonder if the people who stop their blogs miss us when they go too, LOL! I imagine they do. I hope so. I wish Joy and everyone the best. I still hope she comes back though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me assure you that I am not leaving my blog! I hope no one thought I was. I just felt so weird about it. Like I said, it’s just natural to get attached to people then even more natural to feel bad when they leave. But I am here to stay unless Blogger stops its service, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to clear the air. I didn’t want anyone to think I was leaving for good. And no, I am no longer depressed. But I am bored still, LOL! Not particularly with Blogger but I’m just in limbo right now. So much I could be doing just not in the mood to do it, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee width="100%" behavior="scroll" scrollamount="5" direction="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/t.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/h.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/e.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/v.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/o.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/i.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/c.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/e.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Mada%202.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hola, I am very tired right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to finish up my anthology. I mailed off samples of it but I still have two short stories to complete for it. Blogger is boring as hell right now. I don’t know what the deal is but everyone is either gone for good or not posting. So I am tired of feeling like I am all alone, LOL! No, seriously, nothing is happening in Blog Town right now. Plus more of the people I loved to visit have bitten the dust and it’s depressing to hang around a ghost town. I can tell that people have slowed down with blogging because I don’t even get the same amount of comments I used to. Then when I look at other’s blogs who usually have heavy interaction, theirs are low too. I still get a lot of visitors but they don’t post. And most of the people I visit regularly aren’t updating so…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m also depressed because one of the people I enjoyed visiting just deleted her blog. She just started a few months ago and she was so positive but then she just left. Since the lack of blog interaction has been getting to me I need a little break. Don’t worry, my breaks never last too long. It’s just that I am tired and I find blogging more depressing now then entertaining. I can’t help but wonder how many people will stop before the summer time. I can’t see too many still hanging around. I can’t tell you how many have already bit the dust.  Plus, I've been slipping in my posting. I usually give meaningful and very entertaining posts. You guys may not think I'm slipping with that, but come on. My last post was on Brandy for goodness sake.  That alone tells me I need a break!  Not trying to down her or anything but speaking about Brandy's slumped career and drained fanbase isn't exactly exciting material. At least to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to rest, write and relax. Plus my eyes are bothering me. I wear glasses and I think the computer is getting to me. It’s okay when I write but I need to give them a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to visit and comment. I will be back very soon. If I have something I really need to post about I will pop on. I just need a couple of days. Plus I don’t have much to talk about anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bootsy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113999071226263990?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113999071226263990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113999071226263990' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113999071226263990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113999071226263990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/02/break-time.html' title='Break Time'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113986417980321348</id><published>2006-02-13T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T12:56:19.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brandy: What Happened?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Brandy%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Brandy%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#003300;"&gt;Maybe I drifted and slept for oh…five years. What’s going on? Uh, I am coming to find that everyone hates Brandy Norwood now. Care to enlighten me as to why? I’m just wondering. When did she go from America’s Sweetheart to everyone’s favorite artist to hate? Did you know they got message boards all over the place just to talk about her looks? Everyone who is everyone has called her every name in the book. What do you think changed people against her? She still has loyal fans but she’s not as popular as she was. She has more haters than fans it seems. And you see how Mase has recently dissed her.&lt;br /&gt;Was it the marriage thing? The fact that she lied? Or was it the fact that people felt she wasn’t as squeaky clean as her image? This is something that makes me go " hmm ". People are really dogging her. Some folks say she looks like a frog. Others say she looks like an alien and of course asking why Q Richardson would look at her twice. People then started saying she is spoiled, untalented and just got her career handed to her. As you can see, the haters don’t come up for air. I mean when they hate, they HATE. Let’s just say that I am glad I am not Brandy because from the looks of it, everyone can’t stand her. I can’t imagine that’s a good feeling. I don’t have a problem with her. I don’t hate on people. I was kind of a fan in the beginning. I loved her first two albums. I didn’t get the others just because other artists came along and I kind of grew out of Brandy’s sound.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what’s the reason? It seems as though some campaign is going on here. I’m not surprised. I know people are really bringing out the hate these days. I just wondered if anyone could tell me why people hate Brandy so much now. People are entitled to their opinions but I am asking because I’m just curious. You should hear some of the things that people are saying. I even went on an Asian site and they were calling her the ugliest singer. I’m just wondering when it all started. Or was it always there and I didn’t know it?&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys have a problem with Brandy? Are you a fan or a hater? I want your honest comments. If you like or dislike her, just share as to the reasons. I’ll respect anyone’s opinion because we all have a right to opinions. I just want to know the deal.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It’s not just B-Rocka (Brandy) because they’ve gotten on the " I hate Ray J. " campaign as well. Why must some hate? 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/P1102323%203.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; "&lt;em&gt; Divas of the New Millennium&lt;/em&gt; is an intimate look into the lives of four beautiful soloists and one amazing trio who have become some of today’s most influential female musicians by following the music within their hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The compelling stories of their triumphs and hardships co-mingle to create an inspiring and memorable harmony, a resonating sound that will be appreciated for years to come. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;------ Back Cover Excerpt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know about these fantastic ladies? Get the International best selling, chart-breaking book today.&lt;br /&gt;I am also proud to announce that " Divas " will soon be published overseas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(That's me by the way) Like the new pic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/P1102323%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And someone keeps saying I'm Ashanti's cousin or something. I don't know who put that out there. We are not related though we may look a like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Alicia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Alicia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;  Alicia Keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Ashanti%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Ashanti%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;    Ashanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For the record, I wish people would stop bashing this young lady. She is the sweetest thing in the world. Ashanti has paid her dues believe me. I will be an Ashanti fan for life. All she wants to do is live her life and she has the right without having people second guess her talent or whether she deserves it or not. It breaks my heart how people have done this woman because you have no idea the struggles she's been through.  And she is very, very, very kind.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Also, Ashanti never said she was the Princess of R&amp;B and Hip/Hop! I believe this is what started the backlash. JaRule put that out there so don't blame her for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/DC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/DC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                      &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Destiny's Child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/J%20Lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/J%20Lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jennifer Lopez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Mya1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Mya1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;                                                                               Mya&lt;br /&gt;Another sweet young lady. Boy has she grown up huh? I remember when Mya was all peaches and cream. Now she's one bad mamma jama (did I spell that right? ) LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If you haven't gotten the book yet, I'm trying to convince you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Stacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113973086303096086?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113973086303096086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113973086303096086' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113973086303096086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113973086303096086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/02/divas-of-new-millennium.html' title='DIVAS OF THE NEW MILLENNIUM'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113959665323842614</id><published>2006-02-10T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T10:37:33.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keyshia Cole: This Babe Rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Keyshia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Keyshia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Man if only &lt;strong&gt;Keyshia&lt;/strong&gt; had come out a few years earlier she’d have been a &lt;strong&gt;" Divas of the New Millennium "&lt;/strong&gt; pick for sure! I never paid her much attention but I was surprised at how people have talked negatively about her. Some people say she’s ugly, this and that. Well I don’t know what these folks are used to but I think &lt;strong&gt;Keyshia’s&lt;/strong&gt; one fine sister. As you can see I am a woman confident in myself enough to admit when another woman has it going on. Plus I’m a feminist and I try not to hate on other women. I try to uplift women’s images in all forms, showing we deserve respect. Some may not but that’s another story…LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;This lady can saaaaaang, y’all! Not " sing " she can " sang "! I had no idea she was this talented. I hadn’t ever listened to her but I’d heard so many things about the album I decided to get it. It takes me a while to get a new artist’s album. I need to know if they are any good before I buy them. With new artists you never know right? But I love this album and I’m only half way into it. She brings a new sound and unique flavor to R&amp;B. She’s not a copycat and she has her own style. Her " look " doesn’t fit her sound though. She comes off as " gangsta " or " ghetto " with the tattoos and all but her music is anything but. She has the sensuality and talent of &lt;strong&gt;Faith Evans&lt;/strong&gt; mixed with the smoothness of &lt;strong&gt;Deborah Cox&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Cole&lt;/strong&gt; is definitely making waves of her own. She is not to be confused with any wannabes out there. She is a diva in every sense of the word. Been so long since I listened to an album I couldn’t put down. So any R&amp;amp;B fans out there who haven’t given &lt;strong&gt;Keyshia&lt;/strong&gt; a chance, get this album. Believe me you will love it. I am very impressed. I am definitely looking forward to more work from &lt;strong&gt;Miss Cole&lt;/strong&gt;. I hope she has a long career despite of the haters. Also people need to stop saying she’s ugly. She’s pretty in her own way. I know she probably looks ten times better than the people that talk about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I RECOMMEND THIS ALBUM FOR TRUE R&amp;amp;B FANS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bootsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113959665323842614?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113959665323842614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113959665323842614' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113959665323842614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113959665323842614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/02/keyshia-cole-this-babe-rocks.html' title='Keyshia Cole: This Babe Rocks!'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113938650976231439</id><published>2006-02-08T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T00:27:17.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola Amigos! (Hello Friends!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Madonna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Madonna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; " I make no apologies. I have no regrets. " Madonna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;" Go down where it's warm inside...go down where I cannot hide...go down..where our life begins...go down...that's where my love is...that's where my love is...that's where my love is... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Where Life Begins" by Madonna (Erotica 92') &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hola Amigos! (Hello Friends!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gracias (thank you) to those who wished me a Happy Birthday! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am enjoying it so far. I’ve only been 28 for a few days so I am not used to it yet. I do feel very different though. I know it’s just an age but I still have to get into the swing of being 28. My publisher called and made my day by wishing me a happy birthday. Then we just talked a bit about my future, LOL! And what a bright future it is! I got some good news today but I will keep it to myself until I know for sure how things will turn out. Once again I am praising being positive for I know it is what gets me through. I have accomplished so much since I made the transformation from thinking negatively to positively. It’s a journey and for me this is the one I want to be on for life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the way, my horoscope says that this year may bring on a storybook romance for me! I’m not holding my breath but hey, there may be something to it right? They always say you fall in love when you least expect it. Who knows? I’ve been so busy Mr. Right may come pounding on my door right now. LOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wanted to let everyone know that I am still on this earth. I know I haven’t posted in a few days. I have to get some work done so I won’t be posting for probably the next couple of days. It seems that everyone is busy. Almost all the other writers that blog are extremely busy too. See it’s weird in the world of writing. A writer can find himself or herself too busy to breathe at times. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few months ago I finished things I needed at that point but now I am busy all over again…but that’s the writer’s life. That’s why a lot of authors don’t update blogs as much as other people. We just don’t have the time. Anyway, I spelled the author’s life out for you guys before. I am sure you all remember. LOL!So, I am flying high today on my good news! People from the industry have been wishing me happy birthday and I tell you this was probably the best I have had. And yes it’s because I’ve been positive. That is why so many good things are happening to me now. And you know I will keep you posted. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will see you all when I see you. I will leave you with the " mother of my soul ", " the ruler of my destiny ", the queen of my kingdom ", yeah, yeah MADONNA. You knew that was coming didn’t you? Wait &lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt; the queen of my universe! LOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and that's a man's finger she's sucking, y'all! You know I wouldn't put anything vulgar on my blog, LOL! 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113938650976231439?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113938650976231439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113938650976231439' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113938650976231439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113938650976231439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/02/hola-amigos-hello-friends_08.html' title='Hola Amigos! (Hello Friends!)'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113908335607076322</id><published>2006-02-04T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T12:10:52.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNDAY IS MY BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp-grafix.net/sitebuilder" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mic.bpcdn.us/grafix20/e.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;February 5th is my birthday! 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That’s Life. Get Over it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suddenly I see that a lot of people are complaining about certain celebrities because they feel they aren’t as worthy as before because they’ve changed. For the last ten years people have talked about Madonna turning into some boring nun. Recently they’ve started talking about Jennifer Lopez, saying she’s not as exciting or interesting as she used to be. People have made comments about Jay-Z who retired from rap. People have complained about certain actresses and actors, saying they’ve lost their touch. Oh yeah? Are you stupid or what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/J2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="117" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/J2.1.jpg" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;New Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay don’t people go through a process of change? Isn’t that the reason for living? Why do people expect someone to be the same forever? I am so sick of people bitching about Madonna and how she’s not as interesting as she used to be. First of all that’s not our business is it? What she does in her life now is her choice. But excuse me? Don’t you grow and change as you grow up yourself? Let’s break this down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/J1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/J1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/J1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you do the same things at fifteen that you did at ten? Did you do the same things at eighteen that you did at fifteen? Didn’t your interests change? Did you do the same things at twenty-one that you did at eighteen? Did you like the same things or dressed the same way at twenty-five as you did at twenty-one? If so then something is wrong with you. Now where do people get off thinking people don’t change? Just because someone is a celebrity doesn’t mean they have to live their life the same way. Like Madonna. People say: " She used to do all sorts of things. Now she’s just boring. " First of all the lady has children now. And I sure as heck don’t think it’s proper for her to do the same things she used to do with kids. If you do then you need help. Secondly, she’s older. When you get older your life goes in a different direction. Madonna has always said that back in 1990-1993 that was her self involved state. In those days she was going through a rough period. She said that wasn’t her and she doesn’t recognize that person. I knew that! Didn’t you see Madonna was going through some kind of mental breakdown? Did you find some of the things she did normal? She wasn’t doing it for creativity like some think. I believe she was truly having mental issues. She also acted like she was on drugs a while there. You know I’m the biggest Madonna fan but I don’t believe she was right in the head. Come on, walking naked in the street? Unless it’s for feminism protest I don’t find this a good thing. But if we have children and change why do we think she can’t either? Having kids are supposed to change you. At least she knows that. I’d hate to see her nearing fifty with children and doing the same things she did back in 1992. Please!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People say Jennifer Lopez has gotten boring and doesn’t do as much as she used to. Didn’t you hear her say over and over that she’s trying to grow up and live a deeper life? She’s settled down. I’m glad she has. The materialistic Jennifer is gone. If you don’t like it then that’s your problem not hers. She’ll be forty in a few years. She doesn’t think the same. She won’t dress the same. She’s evolved. Duh! That’s why her latest album is called, " Rebirth ". She’s even ditched the J.Lo tag and it isn’t because she’s married. She began to hate that name because it showed she’d become self-involved. That’s not how the true Jennifer is at all. Living and growing is a process. If you don’t change then you might as well be dead. It’s not possible to be the same year after year. I used to be a certain way in high school. I used to listen to Hip-Hop (something I cannot stand now). I used to dress a certain way. When I turned twenty-one that changed. I was a woman. I’d grown. I stopped listening to rap music when I realized it did nothing but tear women down. Now I’m an activist against it. Why would I spend my money on something that refers to women as " bitches " and " prostitutes "? And when I became a feminist I loathed it. Personally I believe when you are a certain age you should leave rap music alone. It’s one thing to see a teenager listening to it but to see someone who is in their late twenties or thirties listening to that makes me wonder. I mean, you need to get into more mature music I believe. And after a while, doesn’t stuff like rap gets boring? A lot of rappers are getting out of it. Jay-Z said he stopped because he felt he was too old. He said it didn’t look right to be his age, hopping around on a stage. He also said he got bored with it. He wanted to create a better image. Queen Latifah said the same thing. She said she doesn’t think she’ll rap anymore but she’ll continue to sing. She’s a diva now. This woman is a household name at the Oscars now. You think she gives a damn about rap music? She probably wants to forget she was a rapper in the first place. She says that after a certain age you need to grow into a deeper mode. I totally agree. When I was in high school I listened to Warren G., Busta Rhymes (used to be my favorite rapper!) and Snoop. But when I became a full-fledged woman I didn’t buy that mess anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can vouch for change because we don’t control it. I will be twenty-eight on Sunday. I don’t do the same things now I did at twenty-four. I have changed so much in just the last four years I can’t even begin to explain. The movies and music I used to like don’t even phase me now. I no longer like everything I used to. I used to be obsessed with buying DVD’s. I love movies but they’ve taken a backseat to my busy life. I have a career now. I got bigger fish to fry. I have more important things to think about. To live is to grow and continue. Why should people be expected to be the same? Are you the same? No. So don’t expect them to be. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder how different I will be at thirty. I think I pretty much have my personality down. This is just how I am going to be. I don’t expect my style will change much. But I am sure that the things that interest me now won’t even come into the picture. It’s the same about people who have recently stopped their blogs. Yeah I miss some of my blog pals that quit but that’s life right? Their interests changed. They gave it up for different reasons. I’m sure in about three years blogs will be nonexistent no matter how much we enjoy them now. And sadly, we won’t remember most of the people on the blogs unless it carries into friendship. Hopefully you’ll remember me though (winking).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We change in life. We all grow so we need to allow others to. Just because someone is a celebrity that we’ve focused on doesn’t mean they are supposed to stay the same. They are still human. We don’t know how we’ll change in the next year or so. You ever hear a person with their friends sometimes? The conversation goes like this: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Hey let’s go to the so and so. You know how we used to. "&lt;br /&gt;" Oh no, I don’t do that stuff anymore. I got to work and…"&lt;br /&gt;" Man you don’t do anything anymore. You’re just boring now. Why don’t you want to hang? "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hang&lt;/em&gt;? If you are a certain age and you still want to " hang " without any purpose in life then I feel sorry for you. Grow up and while you do, respect the fact that others can to. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, check out my new feature in &lt;em&gt;World Life News&lt;/em&gt;. I’m in the " &lt;em&gt;Inside Scoop On&lt;/em&gt; " section. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go to my site: &lt;a href="http://www.stacy-deanne.net"&gt;http://www.stacy-deanne.net&lt;/a&gt; to read the feature in my &lt;em&gt;Interviews &lt;/em&gt;section.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;Adios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;Bootsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;P.S. What happened to Jennifer’s tour for the " Rebirth " album? I thought she was going to tour. Did I miss it? 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Get Over it'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113870047412771354</id><published>2006-01-31T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T08:27:22.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Black Programming---Hello CW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Eve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;(Caution: The pain and anger of my slavery ancestors is going to come out during this post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;I’m scared. Why would the combining of UPN and WB scare me you ask? Because of what it symbolizes. I can’t help but think that this was all done purposely to shut out successful black programming. It has taken years for intelligent blacks to find shows to relate to. We either had to deal with buffoonery stereotypical shows that made blacks look as ignorant, materialistic, sex crazed or poor as they possibly could. Many outside the black community may not realize that intelligent blacks hate BET. We hate programming that relies on stupidity only because networks think it’s easy to get cheap laughs out of black people. The intelligent black crowd turned their backs on BET and other outlets that continued to show blacks in a negative light long ago. That is not who we are although it may seem like it to many. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Black people are capable of having good shows without falling into the trap of letting networks motivate their purpose. Bernie Mac is the perfect example of a man who takes charge of his show. He told Fox how he wanted his show to be handled and that is how it has been run since it started. I admire people like Bernie who tell the networks to f--- off when they know a change would be harmful to a certain crowd or audience. But back to the CW…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;I don’t know why I think of this so politically. Maybe it’s because I’m black. Maybe it’s because this seems to be another slap in the face to me. Just when we get a network (though UPN isn’t perfect) that caters to blacks, suddenly it has to go. Is it just a coincidence that UPN was cut out of the naming of the new network? C stands for CBS, and W stands for WB. Okay, what about the three letters U-P-N? They couldn’t fit that in anywhere? And should I believe it is just a coincidence that almost all of the WB’s shows that cater to white audiences are being handed over to the CW even though some of them were failing in the ratings? Yet the networks are keeping mum about UPN shows and have only named about three that’s making the move. One being Veronica Mars. I guess I should be glad of that right? At least the cast is somewhat diverse. (Note the sarcasm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;I don’t even watch UPN except for Eve but this still hurts. If you think that this was just a coincidence then you are fooled my friend. I believe the powers that be wanted to get rid of a network that it took years for blacks to obtain. Some people take a mile when given an inch. It’s funny how in television I can’t remember blacks having a mile. I know this was racially driven. I know this in my heart and you all know I am not one to play the race card. And this hurts. It really hurts because I am scared that blacks will go back to being nonexistent when it comes to television. They blame it on poor ratings for some of the black UPN sitcoms. Oh yeah? Who has the meters in their homes? The only black person I ever heard with a meter was my aunt and she gave it up years ago because it took too much time. I don’t believe too many families in Harlem or Brooklyn got the meters do you? But I bet everybody in Beverly Hills has one. So what does that say? We never had our chance to give input to the ratings. And of course our shows are not going to outshine those on major networks because they are not ON major networks. That’s the point. When will these networks see that comparing black shows to shows on ABC, NBC, and CBS is pointless when our shows don’t even have the fair chance to compete? I could be pissed just because Eve happens to be a show I enjoy. I could be pissed because I know deep in my heart that they won’t bring Eve to the CW. Hell I could be pissed about my wrists hurting or not having enough time to finish things I need to do. I could be pissed about a lot of things. But today, right now, at this point in time, I’m pissed about this. It is more than the combining of networks. It is the constant reminder of how we just won’t ever be accepted in this world. You know we don’t care about that anyway. Blacks don’t want to be accepted by " society " but we do want to be respected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;I just hope CBS and WB claiming networks were struggling fool no one. They were struggling years ago when they started too. But when UPN had a good dose of white shows a few years back, no one decided it was time to change things then did they? If they get rid of Eve it would be a shame. It is probably one of the most intelligent and non-stereotypical black sitcoms to be made in years. I loved the fact that three women owned their own business and didn’t rely on men for anything. Eve’s black characters are college educated with good jobs. You won’t find one " ghetto " soul on Eve. You don’t know how much watching something so positive for blacks meant to me. It’s also funny as hell so if they get rid of it, I know it wasn’t because of the show. I know the ratings are up there. Eve has always been one of UPN’s top shows. No, it’s just because this is how things are going to be done now and forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;It hasn’t been easy hearing the racist statements about UPN over the years. Some people called it " The Nigger Network ". Others called specific line-up days " Welfare Nights ". But you think we cared what it was called? No we’re used to being called a lot of things. We just wanted to support the little inch of meaningful programming we had. Now that’s gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;So don’t believe this is just a coincidence. It is much more. It may even mean that blacks are slipping backwards in network programming. That is, if blacks will even exist in primetime major network television at all any longer. I don’t know if we will or not? Do you? Seems like UPN was our last chance. And I hate to think how blacks might disappear from television once Oprah calls it a quits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;The photo is Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Stacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee scrollamount="5" width="100%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/t.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/h.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/e.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/v.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/o.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/i.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/c.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/e.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Mekhi%20Pheifer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope you all had a good weekend. I have to force myself to stop dillydallying and do some work, LOL! Yes I have to finish this anthology so I can get that off of my mind. I will pop in and out this week but I don’t know exactly when. But you know me I tend to come on when I say I won’t so… I will try to visit some of my blog pals though. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know I got a lot of things going down and I can’t wait to share them with you. I’m keeping quiet about them for now. I mentioned some things in my newsletter so if you didn’t sign up, too bad for you. You’re missing out on a good newsletter. I ended up fixing my computer myself which is good. It meant I wasn’t out of any money. Lila seems to be fine for now. Of course with computers you can never be sure until you do something different and you realize it’s not acting right, LOL. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope everyone starts the week off right and I hope you all had a good weekend. I have to get my head straight and focus this week. Let me get back to workaholic mode. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The photo is Mekhi Pheifer. &lt;em&gt;Ah, papi chulo&lt;/em&gt;! And he has &lt;em&gt;GOT&lt;/em&gt; to be the most gorgeous brother on the planet. They’re probably only two brothers that I think are extremely hot and Mekhi is one of them. I haven’t been able to come up with anyone else in years so he has to be the best. I love this gorgeous, gorgeous man! I don’t know what it is. Is it his style? His great smile? Those muscles? His wonderful acting? Woo, it’s getting hot in here. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heck it’s the entire package but something’s been worrying me. I don’t know anything about the man’s personal life but I have " heard " things. Some people have said that Mekhi travels to the other side of the mountain if you know what I mean. At first I said, " No way! " But now, seeing how he goes everywhere alone, I’m wondering. When someone this fine is always alone, a girl can’t help but wonder. Maybe he’s just waiting for &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;, the woman of his dreams, LOL! I don’t know if he’s married or anything but I hear people saying he’s gay. Oh no. He can’t be gay. I’d faint from the possibility. But if he is, don’t tell me. You’ll shatter all my hopes and dreams.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Later&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113861463321042880?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113861463321042880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113861463321042880' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113861463321042880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113861463321042880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/popping-in-quickly.html' title='Popping In Quickly'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113834176590382976</id><published>2006-01-26T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T22:02:46.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What’s Up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hola Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just dropping in quickly to wish you all a good weekend. I’m putting my computer in the shop. Hopefully I will get it back in a few days. I haven’t had a chance to check all my emails so I will do that when I get my computer back. You all know I’ve been working on a lot of things so I’ll need Lila (my computer) as soon as possible. Yes I am like B.B. King! I named my computer. My other one is named Mable. LOL!  Since I'm a workaholic this may be a good thing. Not having a computer will force me to rest and I probably need to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can’t wait to share all the future interviews I got going. I just landed a book review and interview for &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thabiz Magazine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thabiz.com/index.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;http://www.thabiz.com/index.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;If you cruise through Thabiz don’t forget to check out my writer-pal &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Shelley&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Halima’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Because of computer problems I haven’t sent out my latest newsletter yet but I will. So for you that have signed up, please be patient. And for those who haven’t, do a girl a favor and sign up now, LOL! Show me some love! I tell you this has been a good week. I found out I was on the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Disilgold Top Ten Best Seller List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and got a spot in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thabiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. See what being positive gets you? Promise me that you all will stay positive to accomplish what you’re doing. It’s a journey we’ll all take together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have to run and will be back on the blog soon as possible! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bootsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee width="100%" behavior="scroll" scrollamount="5" direction="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/t.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/h.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/e.gif" border="0" alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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Enter if you dare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Brit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Brit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fans call her " Brit ". Foes call her " Barbie " and every other name under the sun. I am not a Brit fan okay? As a feminist she embodies a lot that I don’t believe in. I wouldn’t know a Britney lyric if you shouted it at me. I know a couple of song titles but I have never listened to an entire Brit song and the only video of Britney’s I saw was " Baby One More Time " or whatever the heck that song is. We can’t help but notice that Britney is now a fallen star. You remember when she was the " queen ", they say " princess " but if you look at the numbers, Britney ruled music for about six years. That is quite an accomplishment whether we think she deserved it or not. I am still not or ever will be a fan. I don’t agree with women peddling their bodies to sell anything. I don’t agree with icons like the Brit who tells teenage girls you have to dress a certain way or put on a certain image to get attention. It’s dangerous and the reason most girls end up in eating disorder hospitals. Yeah, we all know that most women are puppets in the music industry and Britney was no exception. She went from big smiles (because she had every damn thing) to now, shamelessly using every ploy to get her name in the paper. She’s used her body, her relationships, her music, her so-called virginity and a tacky kiss with Madonna to get attention. And now she is using her baby and the fact that she’s found the real meaning of life. No Brit, the meaning was always there. It’s just that you never saw it. She went from everything she touched turning into gold to not being able to keep a cheap UPN reality show on the air. Will she ever be at the height she was before? Well, honestly she shouldn’t have been there then but nope. Her audience has grown up. Her antics no longer work. I guess motherhood is good for her. Maybe she will grow up and stand on her own two feet. I don’t believe Britney will ever make another album. I just don’t see it. And if she did, I know it won’t come close to anything she’s done before. Stay spiritual Brit. You need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Jessica%20Simp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Jessica%20Simp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jessica Simpson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fans call her beautiful. Foes call her dummy. She’s gorgeous. You can’t deny that and she’s much prettier than Spears. You all know I was writing a bio on Jess. I stopped. It just didn’t hold my interest anymore and since her popularity has faded, I lost the desire. I didn’t know anything about her but as I wrote about her, I found respect for her. I didn’t like how she let the music industry sway her since she grew up in the church but hey…I guess she fell down that same road. Jessica experienced a little popularity, more for her looks than ever for her singing. Hands down little sister Ashlee is the most talented. No one took Jessica seriously and she became overexposed very fast. Will she ever sing again? I doubt it but who knows? I believe Nick Lachey will carry on. He’s talented in more ways than one. In my opinion, Jessica has joined the ranks of Britney, in the pop graveyard. It’s funny how people can be so successful one moment than laughingstocks the next. But it happens. Look at this picture. How come they all do that same, " hair blowing, hand on the waist " pose? LOL! That’s why I always liked Aaliyah’s photos. She was so original compared to other singers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Christina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Christina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Christina Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Fans call her sexy and fine. Foes call her a Britney knockoff.She is definitely the most talented of the pop divas. Being the only Hispanic pop star to come along in recent years, Christina has had to prove herself. I bought her first album and loved it. Then, she turned into everything I couldn’t stand. After talking about how Britney used her body to sell albums then Christina goes and does the same thing but took it to such a level that she made a hooker look like a nun. She really overstepped her bounds and I think it not only cost her, her true fans but also her career. Hopefully married life will tame her. But these days being married (in Hollywood) has become such a joke I can’t imagine her staying married for more than three years. I can see Miss Aguilera retiring early. She’s a great singer but she just needs to regroup and get back to what made her so unique. She’s another singer who fell from " class " to " trash " by using her ass (yep I cursed but it needed to be said) in less than two years. When will some women learn that this doesn’t work for long? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/justin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/justin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Justin Timberlake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Fans call him a joke. Foes call him a pathetic joke. Another person I’ve never listened to. All I know is I was sick of him and Britney hogging up the press. Justin is another case of a fallen pop star due to overexposure. He rode on Britney’s coat tails then when she became bigger then he did, he told all of their bedroom secrets. Shame on you, Justin. Shame. He made some hit songs, stole Michael Jackson’s style and rationalized that by saying he’s MJ’s biggest fan. I never gave Justin a serious thought until the Janet Jackson scandal. This is when he turned pathetic for most by using Janet’s famous " wardrobe dysfunction " to get more attention. Then he got a spot hosting a black awards ceremony or something. I don’t remember what it was exactly. The blacks were enraged because of what he’d done to Janet so they got him kicked off of the special. Now he’s not singing and is embarking on films. In fact he has one coming out soon. How can you be so big on Monday then on Tuesday your life is on a, " Where Are They Now? " segment? It’s amazing when you think about it. People say he had a lack of real talent but I am not one to judge. And by the way, am I the only one that thinks Justin is biracial or has some black in his family? He looks black to me, LOL! I’m serious. I think down the line Justin had some jungle fever going around in his family. Look at that nappy hair. And when he cuts it he really looks black doesn’t he? My mother agrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Mandy%20Moore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Mandy%20Moore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mandy Moore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fans call her Mandy. She doesn’t really have any foes. She’s pretty cool. I don’t listen to her music but I’ve seen her in movies and she’s okay. The only thing I didn’t like was that she dated that conceited Andy Roddick (tennis player). I always thought she was so cute. She tried to go the route of Britney and Jessica for a short while by dressing sexy and everything but she seemed to grow out of that. Mandy is the levelheaded one of the pop divas. I am not sure if she is still singing but I know she’s doing pretty well as an actress. I wish her well. She keeps her nose clean and I respect her for that. Probably the only one of the pop divas that will stick around. She's blossomed like a beautiful butterfly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And last but not least…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Backstreet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Backstreet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The Backstreet Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;WHO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Boy this was fun, LOL! Did I leave anyone off the list? You be the judge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bootsy&lt;br /&gt;P.S. (Do you like my cute little link ladies over there? Look to the right.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I think the one in the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;black looks like me. But you be the judge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113817013199506582?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113817013199506582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113817013199506582' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113817013199506582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113817013199506582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/land-of-fallen-pop-stars.html' title='The Land of the Fallen Pop Stars'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113798615185242128</id><published>2006-01-22T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T19:15:51.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHECK THIS OUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;DISILGOLD TOP TEN BESTSELLERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1.Confessions of a Video Vixen by Karrine Steffans&lt;br /&gt;2.The Beauty of Color by Iman&lt;br /&gt;3.Is Bill Cosby Right? by Michael Eric Dyson&lt;br /&gt;4.50 Cents by Jake Brown&lt;br /&gt;5.Boss Lady by Omar Tyree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6.Divas of the Millennium by Stacy-Deanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7.Queens by Michael Cunningham&lt;br /&gt;8.50 years After Brown by Anthony Samad Asadullah&lt;br /&gt;9.Hoodlum by K'wan&lt;br /&gt;10. 72 Hour Hold by Bebe Moore Campbell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113798615185242128?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113798615185242128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113798615185242128' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113798615185242128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113798615185242128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/check-this-out.html' title='CHECK THIS OUT!'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113791696682420689</id><published>2006-01-21T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T00:18:04.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirty-Eight Things About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole this list idea from Berry. It was too delicious to pass up and I wanted to share some tidbits with you guys. I didn't answer all the questions, just picked the ones I wanted to answer. After reading this, go to my website and check out my new pic on my homepage: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stacy-deanne.net"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.stacy-deanne.net&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. Let me know what you think of the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What time did you get up this morning? 9:20&lt;br /&gt;2.Diamonds or pearls? Neither, just plain gold and silver will do&lt;br /&gt;3.What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Titanic&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite TV show? Eve&lt;br /&gt;5. What did you have for breakfast? Special K&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your middle name? Deanne&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your favorite cuisine? Mexican&lt;br /&gt;8. What foods do you dislike? Spinach, okra, liver, cooked carrots&lt;br /&gt;9. Your favorite Potato chip? Cheetos&lt;br /&gt;10. Your favorite CD at the moment? Anything by Madonna or Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;11. Characteristics do you despise? Ghetto behavior, laziness, rude, stuck up, mean, selfish&lt;br /&gt;12 . Are you superstitious? In a way&lt;br /&gt;13. Favorite item of clothing? Tank tops&lt;br /&gt;14. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? England. I plan to live there someday.&lt;br /&gt;15. What color is your bathroom? Decked out in pretty wall paper and yellow tile.&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite brand of clothing? Avenue&lt;br /&gt;17. Where would you retire? Anywhere where I end up rich.&lt;br /&gt;18. Favorite sport to watch? Tennis.&lt;br /&gt;19. What laundry detergent do you use? Tide everything else sucks&lt;br /&gt;20. Coke or Pepsi? Neither, Diet Sprite&lt;br /&gt;21. Are you a morning person or a night owl? Night owl big time!&lt;br /&gt;22. What would you like to be in the future? Just content, successful and finally appreciated for my writing&lt;br /&gt;23. Favorite Candy? SNICKERS!!!!!!!!! But I don’t get to have it, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite childhood memory? Any time I was eating, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;25. Been in a car accident? Yes, two fender benders where the people hit us and ran both times.&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite flower? Rose&lt;br /&gt;27. Favorite ice cream? Butter Pecan&lt;br /&gt;28. Disney or Warner Brothers? Warner Bros. Disney is run by a bunch of communists.&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite fast food restaurant? Burger King (only get the chicken sandwiches though)&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you believe in Karma? Heck yeah!&lt;br /&gt;31. What are you listening to right now? Madonna's Immaculate Collection, Faith Evans " First Lady ", New Edition’s " Heartbreak "&lt;br /&gt;32. What is your favorite color? Purple&lt;br /&gt;33. How many tattoos do you have? Two&lt;br /&gt;34. Which came first, the chicken or the egg? Depends on if there was more than one chicken in the room.&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite Cocktail? Shrimp&lt;br /&gt;36. Red or White Wine? Red!&lt;br /&gt;37. Republican or Democrat? Anything that describes Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;38. Favorite Family Vacation? Anywhere I can tag along without paying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113791696682420689?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113791696682420689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113791696682420689' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113791696682420689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113791696682420689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/thirty-eight-things-about-me.html' title='Thirty-Eight Things About Me'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113779316396469474</id><published>2006-01-20T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T15:18:53.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Little Harmless Reminiscing About Young Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As some of you already know, June 2006 marks my tenth year out of high school. I am proud to have accomplished so much to still be so young. But of course, I have so much more I want to do towards my career and life. As long as I’m positive I know it will happen. Anyway…I guess since this marks the tenth year of me out of school, this would explain all the reminiscing I’ve been doing lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I think of my friends from high school. Today I thought of someone else. My first boyfriend (if you can call him that). Anyway his name was…wait I won’t tell you his name. Oh wait, well he was a jerk so why should he be spared? His name was RAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Ray:&lt;br /&gt;So Ray if you’re reading this eat your heart out. It should be easy to remember me. I wasn’t only your girlfriend but one of the tallest people in the school, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the first guy I admitted to my friends I liked. I usually keep that to myself. I should have this time because one of my friends decided to hook us up without my permission. She went behind my back and gave Ray a forged note that she wrote, telling him I liked him. I was two seconds from wringing her neck, and even though it wasn’t her place to tell, was glad she did. As shy as I am I wouldn’t have ever uttered a word. Ray was one of the cutest guys I’d ever seen. He may not have been that great looking to other girls but he wasn’t ugly or anything. He was a medium-height guy with a little meat on his bones. He wasn’t fat. He was on the football team. I don’t know why I liked him. I just did. I was so engrossed with Ray that I got one of the boys on the football team to steal his football picture for me. You know how the cheerleaders and football team takes pictures before the games? Well I talked one of the guys into getting Ray’s little wallet picture of him in his football uniform. Ooooh! I can’t tell you how happy I was to have that picture. I had it before he even knew I liked him. Yes, I liked him from a far for a while. So I put the little picture in a tiny frame on my dresser. Well…little did I know that the football team gossiped like nobody’s business. The guy I got the picture from told Ray! So Ray walked up to me the next day all cocky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Hey girl, why you got my picture? “ He asked, chewing gum (in school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ I don’t have your picture. “ I said in between giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Uh-huh. Someone said you got my picture. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ I don’t know what you mean. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he walked off. Now this was a few days before my friend told him I liked him. When he found out he strolled up to me all cocky again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ So I heard you liked me? “ I remember his smirk so famously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ What? Who told you that? “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He mentioned my friend. He continued. “ Well, I would go out with you but I don’t date tall girls. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ And why not? “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Because I want my woman to look up to me. I don’t want to look up to my woman. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Oh well bye. “ Course I strolled off about my business. That night I get a phone call from Ray. Can you believe it? The one who didn’t like tall girls? Uh-huh…it’s funny how a guy’s ego slumps when you leave him in the hallway like a fool. He just started talking. He told me he got my number from the same friend that told him I liked him. He didn’t even mention anything about height. We just talked while watching videos. His little sister was giggling on the phone, asking if I was his girlfriend. He asked me if I wanted him to walk me to class the next day. Of course I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it seemed the start of something very sweet. He was so attentive. He walked me to class everyday. We sneaked from the other kids at lunchtime and hung out alone. It was nice to talk to someone, just talk you know? I really liked him. He would walk by my classes sometimes and make silly faces. He almost got me in trouble when he did it during a math test. I started giggling out loud in class. Ah, young love. He called me every night and we’d talk about anything. It was good to be Ray’s girl…for about a month. Uh-huh. Knew I was about to spring the reality on you huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what the heck his problem was but Ray changed. One day he didn’t walk me to class. I didn’t make a deal out of it. Soon two more days passed and no Ray. He would wave at me from down the hall. So I called him one night and asked him what was going on. He said. “ Oh you know how sometimes you just need a little space? “&lt;br /&gt;Space? Space from what…talking? So I was through with him then. He could have all the space he wanted. He asked if I was mad. I said no. So, another month passed. I was going to class one day. Ray was standing with his friends. He called to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ So Stacy, you just don’t even speak to a brotha no more? “ I just rolled my eyes and went into the room. I was the first one in the room so I was alone. Ray came in.&lt;br /&gt;“ So what’s up? “ He asked, popping that gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ What’s up with you? You’re the one who said you needed space. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tilted his head all cocky. “ Yeah okay. Well I didn’t mean I didn’t want us to still hang. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that I wasn’t in the mood for games. I also said that if he didn’t know how to treat me as his girlfriend I didn’t need to be around him. He only wanted me when he wanted me and I wasn’t going for that disrespect. If he was my man he would be my man all the time right? Well, of course I told him all of this. He nodded and walked out the room. I never spoke to Ray again. We would see each other but I wouldn’t acknowledge him. Sometimes, I would see him looking at me. But it didn’t matter. The feelings I had for him had been shattered when I realized he was selfish and just wanted things his way. I ended up tearing his picture up and throwing it away. I didn’t want to even see his face. I sometimes regret that. I kind of remember what he looks like. It’s funny. This is the first time in years that I’ve thought about ol’ Ray. I wonder what he’s doing. Wonder if he knows I’m a writer? Wonder if he’s telling everyone he knew me. Wondering if he thinks about me too? I don’t know why I wonder. I don’t want him. I guess it’s just curiosity. I know he would like how I look now. I often wonder how he looks, if he’s changed. He’s probably fat as a pig now, LOL! It would be funny. I lost weight and he probably gained. Seriously, sometimes you just wonder. I know Ray will be a part of my life because he was my first boyfriend. I can’t change that. Sometimes you can’t change the past even if you think it shouldn’t have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s my young love story. Ray and Stacy. We were no Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet but back then at that point in time, what we had was enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bootsy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113779316396469474?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113779316396469474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113779316396469474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113779316396469474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113779316396469474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-little-harmless-reminiscing-about.html' title='Just A Little Harmless Reminiscing About Young Love'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113765320404153284</id><published>2006-01-18T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T22:54:51.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Listen Up: I Don’t Have to Give You A Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/A1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/A1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Okay, why do men always ask you why you aren’t interested in them, don’t want to go out with them or don’t want to see them again if you did go out with them? Men, it may sound harsh but I don’t have to give you a reason and I won’t. Look, I feel that it’s a woman’s right to say no and that woman doesn’t have to be subjected to your endless, questions as to why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" But I don’t understand if we hit it off…"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Why? What did I do? Tell me and I won’t do it again, baby…"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Is it me? "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Come on. I don’t understand why you don’t want to go out with me. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" How come you don’t want to go out again? I thought we had a good time. " &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Why didn’t you ever call me? "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Why am I not your type? What’s wrong with me? "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Is it someone else? "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blah…blah…blah…blah…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men don’t understand what it is like to be a woman. We not only have to deal with one fool but thousands okay? So when we reject you, we aren’t going to sit down and write a list as to why. I am tired of getting a thousand questions as to why I don’t want to hook up with some guy. I’m trying to spare you okay? I could tell you what I really think but I’m trying to be nice by just saying, " I’m not interested. " Let me move on with that. Don’t dig the hole deeper by bugging me and asking me why I don’t want to be with you. Women have that right to not tell you why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most men find themselves rejected because some of them are terribly pushy. I don’t know why, but I seem to attract pushy, over-eager men who seem to be on the verge of obsession. I don’t like to be pushed and bullied into being with someone. If I say no, it’s no. I have that right. I don’t have to be with you just because you want me. And I don’t owe you a damn thing. You think I would DARE ask a man why he didn’t want me? Hell no! I’d say, " Okay, bye. " That’s the way I am. If a man is secure in himself he can take a hint but now I find that these days when you say no to someone you practically need a darn restraining order for him to get the hint. Instead of running after me why don’t you go and find someone who might want you? Persistence isn’t the key with something like this, fellows. You look downright desperate and pathetic if you keep going after a woman who says no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO ONE OWES YOU A REASON. GET A LIFE AND MOVE ON.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to put my 2 cents on this because I am sick of getting the third degree if I don't want someone. Just because someone is available doesn’t mean they want you. If you’re not my type I don’t look at you, plain and simple. And don’t try to " change " to be my type because that’s not anything real. I can see through that a mile away. I still won’t want you because that’s not genuine. We all have our preferences and a man begging won’t change my mind. I am sure others are sick of it too. People are trying to be nice when they don’t actually tell you the truth. You keep asking and you may find out something that you didn’t want to hear. Accept that the person is being honest and let it go. Please, get a hint, clue and some self-respect and stop begging. It’s not a quality that most women find attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture is Aaliyah. Rest in Peace Baby girl. Damn that girl had style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113765320404153284?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113765320404153284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113765320404153284' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113765320404153284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113765320404153284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/men-listen-up-i-dont-have-to-give-you.html' title='Men Listen Up: I Don’t Have to Give You A Reason'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113735020846516006</id><published>2006-01-15T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T10:36:48.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truths &amp; Untruths About How Men &amp; Women Think of One Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOMEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #1: All Women Love Flowers and Candy as Gifts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the biggest myth in case you don’t know. Not all women like flowers, fellows. It may surprise you but it’s true. I like looking at flowers but I don’t want them scattered all over my house. I like roses (got 2 rose tattoos) but I don’t want real ones because they effect my sinuses and plus, I’m just not into flowers and plants. So when a man woos me he shouldn’t send me a dozen flowers and definitely not candy unless it’s sugar free. A girl’s watching her weight you know? So don’t think every woman wants you to send her flowers and candy. Just remember this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #2 All Good Girls Like Bad Boys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong! I’m a good girl and all I want is a man who is the same. Give me a man with morals, a good education, career, goals, breeding and I’ve fallen in love. The only time I would even look at a thug or criminal was to call the police, LOL! Personally I don’t see why a woman would want some worthless guy whose life goal is to hang out, drink and go in and out of prison. You can have fun with good guys too and at least it would be the right kind of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #3 Women Are Always Sensitive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong! I could list a handful of women who wouldn’t know sensitivity if it bit them in the butt. This is a big misconception. There are a lot of doggish women out there just like there are doggish men. Don’t automatically think all women are sensitive. You’ll find out the hard way that some are not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #4 Women Hate Sports&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whoever is still thinking like this needs to come out of the Dark Ages. Enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #5 Women Obsess About Their Looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No more than men do. In fact more men obsess about their looks more than women ever do. Nine times out of ten it’s your man who’s looking in the mirror more than you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #6 Women Lose Interest in Sex Faster Than Men&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only if the man isn’t doing his job. If you keep it tight fellows, your woman has no need to complain or get bored. She can only work with what she’s " working " with right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #7 Women Are More Likely to Choose a Nice Man Over A Good Looking Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am proud to say that most women don’t obsess over a man’s looks. Most of us do go for how a man treats us over his looks. If he’s not that attractive to society, it doesn’t mean we just throw him to the hills. We care more about how a man treats us. However there are a lot of women who want The Rock so…. LOL! These are the ladies who will always shoot you down. But if she thinks you must be perfect, you don’t need her do you? No one is perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #8 All Women are Impatient &amp; Bossy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women do like things done a certain way. We may throw some tantrums but that’s just our way. I think that’s embedded in us because men always get on our nerves, LOL. Sorry fellows but we get tired of telling you over and over to throw your empty containers away or put the toilet seat back down. As for impatient, we can be very patient. Especially in the bedroom. Ha, ha, ha, ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #9 Some Women Don’t Like Men Who Cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong! Most of us love it! In fact I haven’t met another woman who said she didn’t like it. Let me speak for myself on this. I want a man who can protect me and is tough when he needs to be. But I love it when we’re watching a romantic scene and he gets tears in his eyes and doesn’t try to hide it. It shows he is real. We all have emotions and men are allowed to as well. Believe it, fellows. Women love it when their men tap into their sensitive sides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #10 Women Love a Man Who Wears Cologne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not if you shower in it and a lot of you do! Your cologne should give a faint whiff every now and then it shouldn’t clear the room. I don’t want to smell YOU on my clothes after you bring me home. But on the flip side men love it when we wear perfume. It drives them wild!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #1 All Men Have A Little Dog in Them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Dark Ages again. Just because a lot of men screw up doesn’t mean that all men are bad, ladies. I don’t care if you’ve been with three men who have all cheated on you, don’t think all men are dogs. There are a lot of good men out there who would probably be hurt by us before they even think of hurting a woman. Now you may not be able to FIND too many men around you that aren’t dogs, but believe me they are out there. It’s just that dogs travel in packs. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth: #2 All Men Love Cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Do all women love shoes? Well, let me think about that, LOL! I love shoes myself. Anyway, this is a big myth. Can you believe that not all men are in love with their cars? It’s true. Not all men love cars, ladies. Just like all women don’t love shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #3 All Men Love Sports&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just spoke to a guy last month that said he hated sports. Most times when men hate sports it’s because they can’t play any, LOL! But this is a myth. A lot of guys can’t stand sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #4 Men Always Look at Looks over a Woman’s Personality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a gorgeous guy with a woman who should have been eating Puppy Chow just the other day. Enough said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #5 All Men Love Butts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don’t have a big butt so I am glad this isn’t true. I’m a busty girl and believe me it is more men who love the rack than the romp, LOL! Also there are tons of " leg " men out there. Sometimes you don’t know if a man wants a woman or a bucket of KFC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #6 Men Don’t Like Cooking, Crafts &amp;amp; Sewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Duh! You’re in the Dark Ages again if you’re thinking this way. If you turn on the Food Channel and HGTV all you see is men. You go to the craft and sewing stores it’s men, men and men. The world is changing, ladies. Men no longer feel they should hide some of these interests. It’s a beautiful thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #7 All Men are Technical or Know Something About Cars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All men know about computers and electronics huh? Yeah, I almost spit up a lung laughing at this. Just talked to a guy who didn’t know what an Anti virus was. He thought it was some sort of medication. AND HE HAS A COMPUTER! And there are a lot of men who know squat about cars. They might as well be driving a big box. But men will always pretend they know even if they don’t. Especially when a woman asks a question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #8 All Men Dress Bad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of them do but that is why we are here, ladies. No seriously a lot of men dress very well. I love the conservative type myself. But you knew that already didn’t you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #9 Most Men Like Trashy Dressed Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nope, wrong. A lot of men are embarrassed when they see a trashy woman and will probably talk about her more than another female. And the men who go after them aren’t going because they want her, just because they want what she provides. He sure as heck wouldn’t take her out in public or spend money on her! Why would he buy the cow when he gets the milk for free right? Believe me, most men can’t stand that pitiful, shameless act of dressing trashy. If anything it shows the woman has no confidence because she feels she has to dress like a slut. It’s not sexy and sends the hooker vibes into high gear if anything. It makes most men very uncomfortable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Liked my list? Just throwing some fun your way. I have a feeling I surprised some of you about women with the flowers and candy. If a man is wooing me, he can send me a pretty card or a gift. Forget the flowers. I don’t want anything that makes my nose run, LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bootsy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113735020846516006?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113735020846516006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113735020846516006' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113735020846516006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113735020846516006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/truths-untruths-about-how-men-women.html' title='Truths &amp; Untruths About How Men &amp; Women Think of One Another'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113721326758380587</id><published>2006-01-13T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T20:37:21.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a Good Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Mo%204.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Mo%204.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know I haven't been around this week but I have been very busy. I am still busy but I wanted to wish everyone a good weekend. I have done a lot. Today I had a rushed interview to do and I am also getting things together for upcoming awards. Plus I've been having computer problems, blogger is having problems and Yahoo is still having problems. I can't get into my Yahoo mail or Yahoo writers' groups right now. Hopefully they will have this corrected soon but I am sick of Yahoo. They haven't been decent in two months. Well we are now living in a technical world so tech problems are unfortunately a part of our lives. If I wasn't a writer I would hock my computer and get something useful like a new DVD recorder, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've enjoyed the comments to my recent post about blogging. Now I know something is up in blog land after what some of you have said. It's weird to see I am not the only one noticing how fast these blogs are disappearing. Makes you go hmmm... Wonder what will be the next big thing? Probably &lt;em&gt;talking&lt;/em&gt; message boards or something like that huh? Talking on the phone to post IM and junk? Yep, I can see 2006 getting even more complicated, LOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Later...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bootsy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113721326758380587?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113721326758380587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113721326758380587' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113721326758380587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113721326758380587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/have-good-weekend.html' title='Have a Good Weekend!'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113679312311105438</id><published>2006-01-08T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T08:44:37.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Blogs Lost Their Appeal?  What Do U Think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/J4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="193" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/J4.0.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/J4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Why am I asking this? Because in the last two weeks I have noticed that a lot of blogs I visit are no more. Could blogs just be a fad like experts say? At first I didn't think so. Now I am not so sure. I love to search blogs so I come across a lot of interesting ones. Some may be interesting but I choose to lurk. Some I don't post in because either I am not comfortable with the subject matter or the person rubs me the wrong way. I am very cautious when commenting on a man's blog if I don't know him. This can bring you a lot of trouble. Just like women shouldn't overly talk to strange men in public, they shouldn't in the blog world either. Anyway, people have cited different reasons for leaving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Some say their hearts aren't in it anymore. Some claim that vicious people that didn't agree with their opinions are targeting them. Some say that Blogger sucks and is not worth their time. Others say they are going through personal problems. Others say that they don't get the hits they want so they feel what they say isn't important. Others say they have lost their drive. Others are going through changes in their life and now find blogging a hindrance instead of a reward. Others say they are just too busy. Then you have the ones who say they will return but you realize they never will. What is really sad is that most of the people who leave were so positive. They had the blogs I loved to visit because they lifted me up. I do feel a void, (this may sound silly) when a blog I like just disappears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Am I the only one who gets sad when a blog I normally visit just drifts away? I decided to post about this to see if any of you have noticed this pattern. Blogs were hot in 2004 and 2005. But 2006 may show a different pattern I'm afraid. I like my blog and though I am doing it now, can't say that I won't one day put mine down as well. When I first started on Blogger I saw so many enlightened people who loved to interact. Most of those people are gone now. How many more of my favorite blogs will drop from the scene? I think blogs are positive and help people connect when they need it the most. I hope this isn't just a fad but with more people dropping off the blog scene each day, I'm beginning to think that it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;What do you guys think? Is it just a passing fad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;I think this pic symbolizes how fast things can be forgotten. Surprising huh? I usually don't like to show anyone else's boobs but mine...LOL! Just kidding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Also, on this Janet thing, if Justin was a gentleman why in the heck didn't he give Janet his jacket instead of standing there like a moron? To me it was like he wanted to embarrass her in the first place. I mean he's standing there in that big old tacky jacket (doesn't he have costume designer?) and he doesn't have the decency to give up the jacket huh? I always wondered that. Look how pissed Janet looks, LOL. I bet she cursed him out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;Some said this was planned but I didn't believe it. I know Janet has more respect for herself than to disrobe on national television. Especially when she knew it would cause such a backlash. Man I would have kicked Justin's butt for not giving up the jacket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"&gt;But seriously...what's happening to blogs? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113679312311105438?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113679312311105438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113679312311105438' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113679312311105438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113679312311105438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/have-blogs-lost-their-appeal-what-do-u.html' title='Have Blogs Lost Their Appeal?  What Do U Think?'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113648969018066466</id><published>2006-01-05T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T13:35:35.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Hi All,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Just dropping in quickly to let you all know that finally, after a year of mentioning another photo shoot, I am finally getting my butt back into the studio hopefully next week. The plans are being made today. I had to do it now because I needed to send new pictures somewhere so it's time. I just hope I am not too nervous. I haven't had a professional shoot since I last modeled in 2003. I will try to post pics from the shoot for you guys. I'll probably put some on my website too.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am editing my anthology to send off. I should be done with that soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I am nominated for a lot of awards. I have three nominations that I won't mention yet. I'll let you know the details soon. Besides that I am also up for two &lt;strong&gt;Marguerite Press Awards&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;Best&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Blog&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Best Website&lt;/strong&gt;. I would appreciate your votes so if you don't mind, go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.margueritepress.com/mpawardspoll.html"&gt;http://www.margueritepress.com/mpawardspoll.html&lt;/a&gt;. to cast your votes. Also, check out my website: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stacy-deanne.net"&gt;http://www.stacy-deanne.net&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;if you haven't already and sign up for my mailing list. Thanks so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113648969018066466?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113648969018066466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113648969018066466' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113648969018066466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113648969018066466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/news.html' title='NEWS!'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113632516782680204</id><published>2006-01-03T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T13:55:09.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crazy Stuff that Goes on in Bars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Homer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="195" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Homer.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just wanted to share something with you. I'm not into the bar scene but I know what goes on in certain ones. Do you know of the bar contests? No I am not talking about the wet T-shirt contests or the booty shaking contests. I am talking about drinking contests. It is frightening to see what some people will do for a little bit of cash. And I mean a little. The most I've seen someone win was $60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pig Feet Drink:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when some sap is dared to drink liquor with pig feet swimming in it. Not only is it gross but smelly as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Toenail Drink:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when the bartender dares you to drink a glass of scotch or bourbon with toenails, (yes toenails!) in it. I am not making this up, you guys! I've seen it with my own eyes. And what's sick is that people actually do this. The first thing that comes to my mind would be "Whose toenails are these? Do they have some sort of fungus? " The crazy things some people do for money. GROSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The " Butt " Drink:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is big with islanders. It's very big in Jamaica. The bartender fills a glass of beer with millions of cigarette butts and dares you to drink the entire thing. You drink it then you win the money. I've seen it and it's disgusting. Almost everyone whose done it throws up immediately afterwards. Yep, pretty gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about Fear Factor huh? It may not be with animals but that toenail thing is pretty gross. Are they digestible? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113632516782680204?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113632516782680204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113632516782680204' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113632516782680204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113632516782680204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/crazy-stuff-that-goes-on-in-bars.html' title='The Crazy Stuff that Goes on in Bars'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113615654257185505</id><published>2006-01-01T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T16:08:26.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bootsy Banging in the New Year Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Jen.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Jen.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hola (Hello) All,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's right, Bootsy's banging in the New Year, baby! I find it amazing how perfect strangers are calling me by my nickname now. They write me and go, " How are you, Miss Bootsy? " I think it's cute. Anyway… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me start off by saying I wish everyone a good year. I am going to make 2006 work for me. I don't know about you. I've got a lot on my plate right now. I have my hands in a lot of things. I am writing an anthology (never did it before). I usually just stick to novels but I had all these short stories dancing in my head so I decided to put them together. It's a comedic take on situations. I am very excited because it's something new to me. I will be getting that ready to shop around soon. I am still shopping around the Latino story. I am also editing another story. I am thinking about getting back into modeling. Did you guys forget that I did that too? I also plan to take more photographs. Surely you remember I'm a landscape photographer right? Impressive huh, LOL. Yeah I do it all. I even sing. As you all know my plans changed since my current publisher decided they didn't want to embark on fiction after all. But I know my work will find a great place. I already have a place in mind for my anthology so I hope that works out.&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad the holidays are over. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My best friend overseas and I discussed how much we hate New Year's Eve. I am seeing that a lot of people are tired of it too. I didn't see the party crowd as much as I usually do this year. That's a good thing because I hate all that fuss. I am just glad the holidays are over. I want to jump into the New Year and seeing how I had no holiday spirit, this is a good thing. The holidays were nice but I had other things on my mind so I didn't pay them too much attention. That's what happens when you're writing and I am doing so much. I'm also getting ready to get back on the promotion kick. I'll be doing some things for myself. I don't rely on publishers to do everything and I believe most authors know that is smart. I also believe that I can be my own publicist for now. I have also realized that most people admire authors who promote themselves. All the personal promotion I've gotten, I've gotten on my own. The publisher has been handling the promotion of the book. I'm supposed to be in some magazines, but I am not holding my breath until my publisher gets back to me on that. My agenda now is to get in the Houston Chronicle so I will work on that. I probably could have before but being shy held me back. Now I want to do it. If it works out, I hope I don't get cold feet, LOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, let me get back to my friend and I. We were talking about men a while back. I said how men are intimidated with me. She said now that I am going far and becoming successful (by my standards at least), it's going to be even harder to find a guy. I have always been intimidating to men because I'm a soldier. Most look from a far but don't approach. I'm not sweating it. It is nothing wrong with me and it's their insecurities right? When the right man comes along he'll be brave and confident enough to step to me. That's a real man. But my friend and I were laughing about it. And yes, I admit it has gotten even more difficult to find a " brave " guy because my career has taken off. But, I'm still young so… My mom keeps saying I'll probably end up with someone in the music business. Who knows? I am sure he will be in the public eye though. It's easier for people in the public eye to connect with others in the public eye a lot of times. He may be another author, who's to say. The heck if I know, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, what's on my agenda this week? I'll be writing and enjoying the beginning of 2006. Boy am I glad the holidays are over, LOL! My birthday comes up in early February. I'll be 28, wow. It amazes me that in June it will be ten years since I've been in school. Seems like only yesterday. I used to fret about my age back in the day because I didn't want to grow older. Now I am happy to. It means I am living and can enjoy another day. Plus I love my life right now. I'm finally happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace and blessings!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bootsy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;As you can see La Lopez has dropped in on my blog once again, LOL! By the way, you guys should see that beautiful autograph photo Jennifer sent me! I forgot to mention it! She sent it a while back. It was very beautiful. It's huge and black and white. She's lying on a couch. Wow. I will forever be a fan. She's a sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113615654257185505?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113615654257185505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113615654257185505' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113615654257185505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113615654257185505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2006/01/bootsy-banging-in-new-year-baby.html' title='Bootsy Banging in the New Year Baby!'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113557964495284219</id><published>2005-12-25T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T23:38:36.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Women Who Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Shelley did a passage on women she thinks rocks and I loved the idea so I stole it. Below is a list of singers/actresses &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; think rock. I think a lot of other women in other professions rock but I narrowed it down or I would be here until the end of 2006. So here is my list with the reasons why and some include photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/As.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/As.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ashanti is the perfect picture of perseverance. I admire her for being able to pick herself up after hard times. She has struggled to get where she is (though most don't know that) and now her hard work has paid off. She is beautiful, talented and an-all-around sweetheart. She supports many charities and organizations for children. She also works heavily for the AIDS foundation. Did you catch her giving out Christmas toys on television the other day? I love her music and though she may not be the best at what she does, she's definitely got talent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Angela.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Angela.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angela Bassett&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is one of my favorite actresses. It's a joy to see her in a role because I never know what to expect. She keeps me guessing and for that I will always follow her work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer Lopez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;La Lopez is the " Queen of Latin Soul ". I love her music and though I do not watch her movies I am probably one of the biggest Jennifer fans you'll find. She is a very sweet and giving person though the public has a different view of her. You should see the beautiful autograph photo she sent me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary J. Blige&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't say enough about this woman except that she's been the queen of R&amp;B and soul for over a decade. Mary has reigned for over twelve years proving that she has what it takes. She's the ultimate diva people love to imitate and love to hate simply because she does something many singers can't: she takes control.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Reese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Reese.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reese Witherspoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been a fan of Reese's since she was a little girl! I knew Reese when no one else knew Reese. Fear happens to be one of my favorite movies. I can't tell you how beautiful it is to see that this woman has grown up into a superb actress right before my eyes. I wish Reese success for years to come. It's a joy to see her on screen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Mo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Mo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mo'Nique&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love Mo'Nique for being a positive image. I didn't like how they had her running after Dorian Wilson on The Parkers though. She is too beautiful to degrade herself by playing a character that runs after a man. I appreciate Mo'Nique for showing the world that big women are here to stay and that it doesn’t matter what society thinks. Big women got it going on. If you don't believe that just ask Mo'Nique how much money she's made in Hollywood. Believe me it now pays to be big.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janet Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is one tough cookie. We all know Janet is talented but what I love the most about her is her staying power. She has suffered very hard times (being a Jackson is tough!) and though people try to keep her down she always gets up swinging! She was beautiful when she started out and she's beautiful now. I remember her from television as Penny and as Willis' girlfriend on " Different Strokes ". She is another phenomenal woman who I hold dear to my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Nia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Nia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nia Long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've known Nia since she was on Guiding Light. She is another actress that has grown up before my eyes. It's a treasure to see her on films. I just wish she would make better choices sometimes. She is too good for some of the B-movie films she appears in. Did you see her in Alfie with Jude Law? She was to die for. She's a stylish little woman with a lot of grace and class. She's a pleasure the world should appreciate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Ju.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Ju.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juliette Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of my favorites, man! She has been acting since childhood. Some may not know her by name but you would definitely know her face. She's an actress that gives her all to any role. I mean she gets down! No woman rocked the way Juliette did in Natural Born Killers. She was so sexy and tough. I don't think anyone else could have played Mallory Knox as realistic as she did. And did you see her singing in Strange Days? Wasn't she a knockout? She is extremely sexy and sings rock like nobody's business! I love me some Juliette Lewis!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regina King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I first saw Regina on 227 as Brenda back in the 80's. I didn't pay her too much attention until I saw her in Boyz in the Hood. She blew me away because that character was so different from Brenda. I knew then that Regina had it going on. She is one of my favorite actresses. I was so proud that she finally got notoriety by appearing in the films, Jerry Maguire and Ray. It's about time the world took notice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Cy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Cy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cyndi Lauper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The woman I think Gwen Stefani tries to imitate). Don't get me wrong, I like Gwen but she got some of her style from Cyndi. We can't deny that right? What can I say? Cyndi embodied the 80's. Talk about versatile style, grace and talent. Cyndi has it all and continues to be a legend for rockers everywhere. I believe she's also a feminist. No wonder I love this woman! I love a lot of Cyndi's songs but my favorites are, " She-Bop " and " Goonies R' Good Enough. " When I put a Cyndi CD on I go wild! If Cyndi doesn't rock, I don't know who does! She's so unique she even spells her name, " Cyndi " backwards!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Angela.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Last but not least…&lt;strong&gt;MADONNA&lt;/strong&gt;. No explanation needed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll cut the list off here. I had some more but I think I've made my point, LOL! These women rock (in my book). I have tons of others but I'll keep them to myself. It's refreshing to appreciate other women for their accomplishments and challenges. If we can't celebrate others, how can we celebrate ourselves?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Bye for now,&lt;br /&gt;Bootsy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113557964495284219?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113557964495284219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113557964495284219' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113557964495284219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113557964495284219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-women-who-rock.html' title='MY Women Who Rock'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113522066475744020</id><published>2005-12-21T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T19:19:36.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things We Say Vs. Things We WANT to Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Scenario One:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man sees a woman sitting alone in a restaurant. Woman notices man and smiles. Man walks over. Woman straightens up in her seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Man says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " Hello there. How are you? You mind if I sit down? " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Man &lt;em&gt;wants &lt;/em&gt;to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " Actually I could care less how you are doing. I just came over here to see if you are single. Hopefully you'll be dumb enough to fall for my lines, let me take you out and then we end up having hot, nasty, stinky sex because all I want is some booty. Afterwards I will talk sweet and hold you, not meaning a word I say. Then, I will slip you a fake number (because I'm married) then leave you heartbroken, desperate and miserable. So, what do you say to that? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Woman says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " Hello. I am doing okay. I don't mind if you sit down. I noticed you when you walked in. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Woman &lt;em&gt;wants&lt;/em&gt; to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " Who dressed you, Forrest Gump? I should get an Academy Award for picking out suckers. Sure you can sit down. You can tell me all the tired lines you want and if I don't have anything better to do I may take you home tonight. We can have hot, stinky sex and afterwards I will tell you you're the best I've ever had even though I know having sex with a three-legged dog would have been better. Then I will let you hold me, all the while pretending I want to see you again. I'll invite you over for more sex until you're so obsessed with me that you pay my rent, phone bill and car note. Life is good, sucker. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Scenario Two:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Two ex-girlfriends meet after a long separation because girlfriend B ran off with girlfriend A's man. Now, after months they finally see each other face to face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Girlfriend B says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " Girl it is so good to see you! I wanted to call you. I am so sorry about what happened with Jonathan. I won't ever be able to forgive myself. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Girlfriend B &lt;em&gt;wants&lt;/em&gt; to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " As if it is my fault you can't keep a man. It's not my problem you're so controlling and you dress like Aunt Esther. Who could keep a man looking like that? And you haven't changed a bit. Talk about someone who needs a lifetime certificate to Bad Dressers Anonymous. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Girlfriend A says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " Oh don't worry about it. I missed you too. Hey, Jonathan is just a man. We were friends before him. I shouldn't have let him come between us. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Girlfriend A &lt;em&gt;wants&lt;/em&gt; to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " Man stealing heifer. Hell yeah I'm still upset. You think that you can just take my man then walk up to me like nothing happened? I see you're alone. He must have dumped you like the trash. Oh sweet victory huh? So how does it feel? You thought he was with you because you were better than I was but you see that's not the case now huh? Now if only you get that broken leg so I know if my voodoo spell really works. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Girlfriend B says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " You look good, girl! I love that dress. You've lost weight! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Girlfriend B &lt;em&gt;wants&lt;/em&gt; to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " Someone needs a gift certificate to Jenny Craig. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Girlfriend A says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " Oh thank you, girl! And I love your hair! That's the perfect style for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;you! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Girlfriend A &lt;em&gt;wants&lt;/em&gt; to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " I've seen a better weave on a chipmunk. And what old lady did you jack those shoes from? I didn't know people under fifty wore hush puppies. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Scenario Three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Man and woman after a night of loving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Woman says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " Oh Stanley you were great. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Woman&lt;em&gt; wants&lt;/em&gt; to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " Yeah right you musty sucker. Ever heard of deodorant? Well who cares? Law and Order was a rerun anyway. I needed something to do. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Man says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " Just being with you was enough. We didn’t even have to have sex. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Man &lt;em&gt;wants&lt;/em&gt; to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " Ha! What the hell you think I came over here for? I wined and dined you, you best believe I deserved this. And I know I'm good. At least I got my money's worth for that dinner at Wendy's. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Woman says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " Let's do it again sometime. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Woman &lt;em&gt;wants&lt;/em&gt; to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " Masturbation is better than you are. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Man says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " You're so beautiful. I can't wait to see you again. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Man &lt;em&gt;wants&lt;/em&gt; to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " I'm surprised I could get one kiss in with that huge banana nose you got. And your head looks like a giant walnut. I didn't realize your nose was that big in the club. And you could use some deodorant too. And you aren't that fine. The butt's not all that and the breasts are going due south. Of course I just told you you looked good in case I need another booty call. Let me get home before my wife yanks a chunk out of my behind. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Woman says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " Call you. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Woman &lt;em&gt;wants&lt;/em&gt; to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " Call you…when hell freezes over. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; " No I'll call &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Man &lt;em&gt;wants &lt;/em&gt;to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " Shoot I'm not thinking of you no more this week!  You can wait by the phone if you want to.  But if you call me I'll pretend I want to see you again. You don't look like nothing but I got to treat you right in case I'm in need of some more loving. I'm really trying to get with that cute little friend of yours. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Woman says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " Goodnight. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman &lt;em&gt;wants&lt;/em&gt; to say:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; " Bastard. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Man says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " Goodnight. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Man &lt;em&gt;wants &lt;/em&gt;to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " For god sakes, shave those legs! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Just a little fun huh? LOL! Hope you enjoyed this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113522066475744020?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113522066475744020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113522066475744020' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113522066475744020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113522066475744020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/things-we-say-vs-things-we-want-to-say.html' title='Things We Say Vs. Things We WANT to Say'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113509747922379198</id><published>2005-12-20T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T08:51:19.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Positive Syndrome: It Works</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(This is long but something I hope you will like and something I really wanted to write).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is a syndrome that is spreading and I am glad it is. It's reached a lot of people. It's reached me so I will forever preach it. What is the positive syndrome? Of course, it's just being positive. I am writing this as a feed off of my comments section from my last post. I just want to say this to people who think that being positive doesn't work or isn't worth the effort…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;First of all, I don't ever wish anything bad on anyone. And if someone is going through a hard time I wish them luck and help through their situation. But let me tell you that it starts by being positive. If you don't believe that, then you have yet to discover the real meaning of life. I believe the meaning of life is to be able to live carefree, joyously with love and patience. But you cannot live this way if you are not positive about the roads a head. We all have problems. Some of us think our problems are bigger than we are but the fact is that we are ALLOWING them to be. I don't care what kind of life you've had there is always someone whose life is ten times worse. And believe me, these people are often the most positive ones. How did my journey of being positive begin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've gone through emotional problems and personal problems like you won't believe. I never loved myself. I lived my childhood hating myself and with that I believed others hated me too. Sure I had friends but I was never happy. Do you know how pathetic it is to be twenty-three or twenty-four and say you've never really been happy? Well it's quite pathetic and I am no longer at that stage in my life. Thank goodness. The fact is, I know times can be tough and hard but I KNOW for a fact that changing your thinking is the key. I started this positive journey at the beginning of this year. I am now twenty-seven and content and happier than I have ever been. It has nothing to do with money or being with a man or anything like that. It's all about how I see things now. Positive people go through problems but the difference with us is that we know that the problems won't always last. We know that even if we are dying, ill, lonely, poor, homeless, lost in life or depressed that these things will happen, yet we know there must be something better waiting to erase the bad times. If you can't believe that then you won't be able to live any kind of life. That is the real tragedy. Things can happen to us that damage us for life but it's how we choose to think of things that really helps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You want to know what really kept me being positive? When I realized that the problems I had weren't a hill of beans compared to a lot of other people's. Go out there and see someone with real problems. I am talking about the little kids dying in the children's hospitals. Here are tiny little tots who have been born with life-threatening illnesses and know that it's only a matter of time before death. Does that steal their need to enjoy life? NO. They are some of the most positive people on this earth. It amazed me how a little kid with cancer wasn't afraid of death waiting for them but firmly embraces life. I saw then, that I didn't have reason to complain about anything. My problems were squat compared to them. The war pounded that into my head too. When I realized how many people die every day for a war that shouldn't have happened, I knew I didn't have any excuse complaining about my life. Hell, I'm healthy and I have a family that loves me. That's now enough for me. Sadly it wasn't before but that wasn't anyone's fault but mine. It wasn't anyone's fault that I kept counting what I didn't have in life instead of what I did. You know what really did it? One was that two people in my life became ill and when I saw how positive they were, I knew I had no business thinking otherwise. Now I am not saying being positive will solve all of our problems. Yes, if it is our time to leave this earth then nothing will change that. We are going to get diseases, have heartbreak, even lose our homes, money or loved ones. My point is to think positively while being here because that is the only way you can cherish the life you are given. Another thing that made me stay positive was the Katrina tragedy. Thousands of people lost everything yet a lot of them got on television with smiles, just happy to be alive. I realized then that if these people can lose their family members, homes and still go on with a smile and be optimistic, then I damn sure could! I thought that no one had a right to be negative about anything if the Katrina victims could come out smiling. Can you imagine how it must feel to have lost everything yet the federal government and the Mayor of New Orleans don't give a damn? Everyday the government is taking away a promise they made to help these people. The Mayor of New Orleans doesn't want these people back, in case you don't know. He can't rebuild neighborhoods but he can put up casinos? And please don't believe that pitiful ploy that he really wants people back now, it's election time. What other reasons would there be? I am from Houston. I see the strain with my own eyes. It's effected us all. The Katrina victims are no longer thousands but millions because we are all together in this now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I will forever preach being positive. If anyone disagrees I suggest they go talk to people who may not see another day but can still get up and live the little time they have to the fullest. I really admire these people. And I am grateful because people who have suffered more than me showed me the light. I now count my blessings instead of counting problems. I know that a setback is a challenge to be faced instead of a failure. Back in the day, everything wrong seemed like a slap in my face. I know it was my fault. I wasn't educated (mentally) enough to realize that I had the power to live life the way I wanted. I didn't have to always be sad. I didn't have to spend hours crying. I didn't have to not like the way I look or to think that no one wanted me around. It was all in my head. Being positive is a day to day struggle but I see the rewards at every turn. Also, I have helped people by being positive. My best friend from overseas was down to the ground when we met. I helped her with things when she had no one to turn to. Believe me she hasn't had an easy life. She is now stronger and happier than she's ever been. She says it's because of me, always telling her to be positive. I nearly cried. So I know it helps. Anyone who disputes this hasn't learned the art of being positive. And I'm afraid your problems and life will only get worse until you do. If we don't think those things will get better for us, then who will? And why even be alive if you don't look forward to living? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I used to wish I were dead back in the day. Now I only wish for more of a life to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just wanted to share. And please, don't give up. Being positive works. You just have to see for yourself. Until you do, you won't see the true rewards in life. We need to stop stealing our own happiness and go back to creating it. Bad things will happen to us all, but being positive shows us that some good is still around the corner. I firmly believe that above anything else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Stacy&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/14972880-113509747922379198?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113509747922379198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113509747922379198' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113509747922379198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113509747922379198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/positive-syndrome-it-works.html' title='The Positive Syndrome: It Works'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113485079828385470</id><published>2005-12-17T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T13:04:57.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remaining Positive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Mo%206.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Mo%206.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Mo%206.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi All,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess you have noticed that I haven't been handing you the in-depth topics that I usually try to share. Well, I will get better. Just forgive me right now. This is a very stressful period for me. The holidays are here in which I have no Christmas spirit. Don't blame me it's just how I am feeling. I am looking forward to sharing the day with family and that's all that is important to me. Presents and gifts don't mean anything to me. Once you get a certain age you start to value the real importance of life. Give me family and love any time. Gifts can't support you or give you love right? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have also started the third book in my latest series. It's hard to write on different stories while finding an agent for another one. I feel disappointed with a lot of things. I am going through so many different emotions. I have been kind of depressed but I'll make due. I also haven't been feeling well lately. I injured my hip and I am going through a lot of pain. I am also still having problems with my wrist. I may have set up that syndrome (I can’t remember the name) that is caused from too much typing. My wrists get sore from time to time and sometimes they do get a little weak. Sometimes I hold my hands up and my fingers are shaking. Don't worry, I am keeping an eye on things. I have been lying down a lot due to the pain from my hip. So that is another reason why I haven't been feeling too great. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remaining positive with things all around. I haven't been blogging as much because I haven't had the time to devote to it like I used to. That is the reason why I haven't been able to visit some of my blog buddies' blogs but I am going to get better. You know how things are. You just get busy and things pop up that you don’t plan on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love the wintertime but I do think it does something to my mood that I can't control. I wouldn't call it exactly winter blues but…well we all feel this way sometimes. At least I practice what I preach. I tell others to stay positive and in that I will too. There is no good in being negative is there? Also, I know things will work out for me the way I want them to. I just have to be patient. Like mom says, things happen when you least expect it. But if you deserve them, they do happen. So I just wanted to let you know about some things. I am doing fine, except for this pain. I hope all of you are well too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy blogging!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bootsy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As you can see Blogger is having problems again! My profile and links magically ended up at the bottom of the page. It was nothing I did. It was fine yesterday then when I looked at it, it was like this. I hope Blogger finally gets their act together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113485079828385470?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113485079828385470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113485079828385470' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113485079828385470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113485079828385470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/remaining-positive.html' title='Remaining Positive'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113463591370188243</id><published>2005-12-15T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T00:42:17.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Knew I Was a Diva!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay the article on Eurweb declared me Author Diva a few months back. Remember, I mentioned it on the blog? Well go to my site and look at my interviews/articles if you missed it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I knew I was a diva! Okay, kill me. I love the finer things in life, I'm accustomed to them and I damn well DESERVE them. But I do work hard. I'm not some little prissy thing that expects people to wait on her hand and foot, they just do...LOL! So down below all hails the proof that Stacy-Deanne AKA Bootsy is Author Diva now and forever! Are YOU a diva? I dare you to take the quiz to find out. And let's not fight, ladies. Everyone can't be the queen like me, LOL! Okay I am not queen but sometimes I act like it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're Part Diva&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouadivaquiz/part-diva.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that a girl's gotta work it to get her way in the world.&lt;br /&gt;And while you aren't about to throw a tantrum at every turn...&lt;br /&gt;You do amp up the drama when you know you need it.&lt;br /&gt;You mix charm, honesty, and kindness to get ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouadivaquiz/"&gt;Are You a Diva?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113463591370188243?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113463591370188243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113463591370188243' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113463591370188243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113463591370188243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-knew-i-was-diva.html' title='I Knew I Was a Diva!'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113434385064978360</id><published>2005-12-11T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T15:30:50.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kind of People I Admire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Spice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/400/Spice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who believes in themselves enough to follow their dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who sees setbacks as challenges instead of failures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who has pride in themselves enough to be their own person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who is not afraid to stand alone in their beliefs and judgement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyone who is a leader and not a follower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who remains true to themselves instead of letting society dictate the kind of person they should be or what they believe in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who sees their shortcomings as gifts even when others see them as ' faults '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who doesn't rely on others to make their decisions for them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who is not afraid to say what they mean even if the group disagrees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who admits when they are wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who loves who they want to love and the way they want to love them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who values education and intelligence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who likes the way they look even if society considers them unattractive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who realizes that mental health is as important as physical health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who says " thank you " for the smallest of things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who says, " I love you " regularly and means it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who is not afraid to show their love for someone when others are around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who respects themselves to the point where they would rather be alone than used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who knows that the ' meaning of life ' is what the individual makes it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who knows that they can have a life without having friends (especially the wrong friends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who has no tolerance for someone doing harmful and hurtful things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who can admit to someone that another person is better at something than they are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who can be proud of someone else's successes instead of jealous of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who would rather be alone than disrespected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who adopts children even when they can have them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who never makes excuses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who can discipline themselves in order to do better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who can teach others but is also an optimistic student towards things they aren't sure of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who admits they don’t know something instead of pretending they always do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who doesn't curse or shot but gets their point over in a calm and respectable way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who's not afraid to dust themselves off and try again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person who's creativity puts them in a class of their own.&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;A person who minds their own business and respect others' choices in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Last but not least…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;* A person who is not afraid to tell society to f--- off in order to be their own person&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;The photo is of the Spice Girls. And no I am not a fan of their music or anything. I did admire them for being so different though. So I felt they were the perfect photo to include with this. Hope you like my list and if any of this describes you then you are A-okay in my book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bootsy&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/14972880-113434385064978360?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113434385064978360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113434385064978360' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113434385064978360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113434385064978360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/kind-of-people-i-admire.html' title='The Kind of People I Admire'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113425926087840001</id><published>2005-12-10T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T16:01:00.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Richard Pryor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;I will miss him very much. Richard is an icon who paved the way for black comedians like &lt;strong&gt;Eddie Murphy, Chris Rock, D.L. Hughley, Chris Tucker&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; many, many more. I am greatly saddened. Richard never lived a model life but despite his personal problems he will always be seen as a major asset to the black community. (Sigh), another pathfinder bites the dust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R.I.P. Richard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113425926087840001?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113425926087840001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113425926087840001' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113425926087840001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113425926087840001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/goodbye-richard-pryor.html' title='Goodbye Richard Pryor'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113390247566010481</id><published>2005-12-06T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T13:09:10.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Up With Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Breakfast%20club.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/400/Breakfast%20club.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hola All!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just showing up quickly to give you a rundown. I know I haven't been posting much lately but I wanted to prove that I haven't fallen off the face of the earth. Things are up in the air right now so that is why I haven't been blogging much right now. Okay, what's up with me? Why haven't I updated as much lately?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been busy and then some!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. The agent search is going pretty good so far. I got my fingers crossed. I've gotten positive replies from some agents.I have my eye on one agent especially. I hope I get this one particularly but if not I will stay positive. I have a feeling the others I contact will be interested as well. See what being positive gets you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be finished with one of my novels by the end of the week. Remember the sequel I was working on? Well, it's finally over. I'd gotten cold feet with it over the last few days. I know how I want everything to end up but it's always hard for me to get to the ending. So I have been working on that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Getting ready for the holidays and putting together a list of things needed to be done. I am very happy because things are going well with my life and my family. I would share but it's personal so…just know that being positive has helped. I know this New Year will be great because unlike the past, I plan to start this year off right by being positive from the get go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. One reason I haven't been updating much is because I kind of lost my passion for blogging. I still enjoy it but not as much right now because there seems to be more hurtful drama than it used to be. I haven't even had a chance to surf the blogs I usually read because sometimes you come across something that you just don't want to deal with. We all can do what we want on our blogs but I know it's not just me that's noticed this change. This is one reason why I haven't been as into my blog as before. I'll just concentrate on what I am doing and not on others. I like to take blogs as a way of relaxation but lately it's been stressful to even read some of them. I'd hate to think blogging is turning sour for good. I hope all this drama can finally die. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Been watching loads of good DVD's! It's been so long since I found some good movies that when I start watching them I don't stop. So this is one reason I don’t even feel like getting on the computer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just wanted to let you know what's up with me. Have a good day! Adios! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That picture is from one of my all-time favorite movies, &lt;em&gt;The Breakfast Club&lt;/em&gt;! It is my favorite brat pack movie, the absolute best! 85' was a bad a—year if I say so myself! I was a little pup but still, I loved 1985 baby! True 80's kids and fans hold this classic dear to their hearts. Bootsy's a brat pack fan for life! My favorite brat packer was Judd Nelson! He was sooooo fine!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113390247566010481?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113390247566010481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113390247566010481' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113390247566010481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113390247566010481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/whats-up-with-me.html' title='What&apos;s Up With Me?'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113371534489015603</id><published>2005-12-04T08:39:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T09:05:15.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Were You in a Past Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In a Past Life...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/past-life.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Were: A Redhead Chief.&lt;br /&gt;Where You Lived: Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;How You Died: In Childbirth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/"&gt;Who Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hi All!  If you truly enjoy my blog and love me then by all means show it where it counts! Visit my website at &lt;a href="http://www.stacy-deanne.net"&gt;http://www.stacy-deanne.net&lt;/a&gt; to check out my new website design and show me your love by signing my guestbook! Remember, your comments will be seen by many and loved by me! Also sign up for my mailing list! I have a lot of exciting things going on in my life and if you want the inside scoop on Stacy-Deanne in terms of writing and my personal life I suggest you sign up for my new mailing list!  You will not receive this special news unless you are getting the mailing list so join my other fans by subscribing today!  My newsletter features news about me, occassional articles and also features book and DVD recommendations from yours truly! So keep up with Stacy by putting yourself in the know!  Go visit my website now to learn more about one of today's exciting young authors! Show me your love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113371534489015603?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113371534489015603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113371534489015603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113371534489015603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113371534489015603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/who-were-you-in-past-life_113371534489015603.html' title='Who Were You in a Past Life?'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113346150758484966</id><published>2005-12-01T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T10:38:08.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What You Won't/Will Get From Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/400/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay, what's with all this blog blues? I have noticed that what started out as fun and lightweight has turned quite controversial. Sure, people can post about what they want on their blogs but a lot of people have turned to offending lately and I, like so many others am sick of it. So let me, " The Voice " give a message to all my blog visitors out there and especially my regulars…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What you &lt;em&gt;won't&lt;/em&gt; get from me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You won't get a speech on politics. (Whom you vote for is your business)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You won't get a lecture on religion. (Whom you pray to or don't pray to is your business)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You won't get a passage on homosexuality. (Whom you love and screw is definitely your business).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You won't get a drawn out history lesson dealing on racial injustice. (Not on this blog, baby).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You won't find lines and lines of poetry. (There are plenty of poetioc bloggers out there so go visit them for a poetic spark. I'm a novelist, not a poet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Weight loss tips (Shoot you knew you were fat when you logged onto my blog. What kind of tips am I going to give you?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vulgar language or perverted, trashy sex talk (I'm a lady!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whining (Read a man's blog the other day and it was twelve passages of how bad his life was and how he hadn't been laid since the 70's. Needless to say it wasn't pretty). I wanted to slap him. It was truly pathetic. I was like, " Dude don't let the &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt; world know you're a loser! Now you &lt;em&gt;sure&lt;/em&gt; as heck won't get laid. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bottom line is my blog is to entertain, relax and mystify. I hope you find it funny. I hope you find it enlightening. And I hope I never ever offend you. That is why I stay away from controversy. Some people run to it, I don't. I get enough attention. I don't need to draw up more by causing trouble. And let's face it, speaking too much about the topics above cause a lot of trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What you &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; get from me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My opinions on everything from ice cream to men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anything dealing with the 80's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A feminist's view on life in general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Writing tips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Funny topics that will make you laugh so hard you pee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bitching &amp;amp; Moaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anything that's the opposite of vulgarity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Topics that are vibrant, funny yet brilliant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Commentary on erections now and then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Great pictures of Madonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Great pictures of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Self-praise for my boobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reviews or mention of books, movies, and music I like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Endless, shameless self promotion (Oh, have you gotten the book yet?) LOL!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So come all, far and wide. You are welcomed and know that this blog has no intentions of offending or upsetting. I don't want to hurt you. Well maybe if you don’t buy the book I will. Did I mention the shameless promotion yet? Buy my book! Please, I'll be your best friend. LOL! Seriously buy it…or I'll kill you. I swear I will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fun, fun, fun! Welcome to Bootsy's world. That's me in the pic, ain't I perty?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113346150758484966?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113346150758484966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113346150758484966' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113346150758484966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113346150758484966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-you-wontwill-get-from-me.html' title='What You Won&apos;t/Will Get From Me'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113341344056809276</id><published>2005-11-30T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T21:04:00.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Somebody Standing in YOUR Backyard?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;" See somebody standin' in your own backyard. Somebody's try'na steal your man. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Remember that song, 1991's " &lt;em&gt;Backyard &lt;/em&gt;" by Pebbles? Man I loved that song and I still do. I've been listening to Pebbles' Greatest Hits album and this song sparked this topic. For you who may not know what this means, if you haven’t heard the song, she's speaking of home wreckers (namely women) who purposely become friends with a woman with only one goal in mind: to steal that woman's man. Now I can't stand female home wreckers. It's probably because I'm a feminist and when other women f--- up it looks bad for the rest of us. Or maybe it's the fact that I can't stand someone who purposely hurts someone. Yeah, it takes two to tango but right now I want to talk about the people uh…women in the backyards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I remember a situation about a woman who said that for five years her girlfriend was telling her that her man was a dog. (Janet) constantly told (Tamara), that her man, (Aaron) was a dog. Oh man Janet went for years saying that Tamara should get rid of the dirty sucker because he was straight up no good. So of course thinking Janet was her true friend Tamara dumped Aaron and really had no cause to. She told Janet in which Janet consoled Tamara. For a few weeks Tamara hadn't heard from Janet. She starts to call, " Where you been, girl? We haven't hanged in a while. What's up? " Course Janet gives her the runaround claiming she's been working, blah, blah, blah, blah right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So a week later Tamara's at the mall with another friend, Michelle. Michelle, who is a true friend, has radar that goes off a mile away. Meaning if she knows someone and they are anywhere near the vicinity, she can sense them. " Tam, girl isn't that Janet over there? And, isn't that Aaron on her arm? Girl! " Michelle gawks at Tamara. Tamara drops her packages. " No it, it couldn't be! " Michelle crosses her arms. " Yes it could be girl and it is. Look at that bull. Janet been telling you all this time Aaron wasn't any good then look at her trifling ass all up on him. " " Yeah. " Tamara weeps. " I see. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Man Pebble's song rings truth. A lot of men don't know that when a woman's friend comes onto you it's not necessarily because you are so fine so don't get big headed. Women have a need to compete with one another. Now good, decent women would never mess with her best friend or sister's man of course. But you have women who don't even want the man. He could be ugly as sin but only wants him because he's taken or she's one of those perpetrators who pretend to be a woman's friend when she's really so jealous of her she can't wait to stick it to her some way. What better way than screwing or stealing the other woman's man? Some women will not think twice about stealing their friend or sister's husbands or lovers. They do it, move to another friend and do it all over again. Men don't know that this is a game some women run on them. It's a cruel scam that festers on emotions. We (women) know that we render you helpless. You see the curve in our breasts, the hump of our rump and the flip of our hip and all y'all go crazy. And when we finally put it on ya'…oh my! You're gone for good aren't you? That's why when men get around a flirtatious woman they lose all sense of knowledge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So here is my warning to the ladies. It's up to you to be the smart ones in the relationship. Stop telling women you don't know that well your business! Look around. Do you have a woman in your backyard? You got a ' new ' friend who's too friendly with you? You got someone who just popped into your life but acts like she can give you all the advice in the world about ' your ' man? You got a woman that your oldest girlfriend can't stand and keeps telling you something's not right with this new chick yet you refuse to believe her? Does your ' new ' friend insist that other women would want to steal your man and that she's ' helping ' you against that? Yeah right. Uh-huh. Sure you got a friend like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My advice to you is shut the hell up and stop telling every thing! Does any of this seem familiar to you? Well I suggest you put a tighter leash around your man. Or at least put a damn fence around your backyard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;' Cause they are out there and I don't care how fine you think you are, they can take your man. They have before and they will do it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm out…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113341344056809276?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113341344056809276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113341344056809276' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113341344056809276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113341344056809276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/is-somebody-standing-in-your-backyard.html' title='Is Somebody Standing in YOUR Backyard?'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113315930152683617</id><published>2005-11-27T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:06:40.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pat Morita: More Than an Actor to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/karate.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/karate.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Okay, you all know I am an 80's child. And you can't see how much Pat's death has hit someone until you go into the mind of a person brought up in the 1980's. To some, Pat was just an actor but he was more than that to me. I was a little girl when&lt;em&gt; Karate Kid&lt;/em&gt; came out in 1984. I was too young to understand the entire movie but still I enjoyed it. Course I've seen it a thousand times since then so I understand it all now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What made that movie so famous and special was how a boy who had no friends and felt he belonged nowhere found more love from an older gentleman than he could find anywhere else. It was the bond between &lt;em&gt;Daniel&lt;/em&gt; (Ralph Macchio) and &lt;em&gt;Mr. Miyagi&lt;/em&gt; (Pat Morita) that made fans come alive for appreciation of this movie. I used to see &lt;em&gt;Karate Kid&lt;/em&gt; and say, " Why are they showing this again? " Because we all know they showed it every week. But now I will be sad and probably won't be able to watch it because now that Pat's dead I am only going to be reminded of how long ago my childhood was, and how much I miss the 80's. Some people may see &lt;em&gt;Karate Kid&lt;/em&gt; as just a film that spawned sequels but it was more than that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You think the talk over &lt;em&gt;Titanic &lt;/em&gt;was huge, it wasn't anything compared to the popularity of &lt;em&gt;The Karate Kid&lt;/em&gt;. That film still lives on in the hearts of many adults and reminds them how it was to be a child of the 80's. The effect this film has on the 80's generation is amazing. You won't find anyone in the world who hasn't heard of or seen this movie at least once. Joining the ranks of action films like &lt;em&gt;Rocky, Star Wars&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Rambo&lt;/em&gt;, it can't be forgotten and it will never be replaced. Even films like &lt;em&gt;Titanic &lt;/em&gt;won't ever duplicate the emotional foundation &lt;em&gt;The Karate Kid&lt;/em&gt; has on generations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When the film came out there was a video game, lunch kits, cartoon series, books, clothes, dolls…anything you could imagine that could be made for a movie was made. &lt;em&gt;The Karate Kid&lt;/em&gt; is a film that could never be replaced and though I sometimes get sick of watching it, I will never get sick of seeing the bond between &lt;em&gt;Daniel &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Mr. Miyagi&lt;/em&gt;. Why? Because it was a true friendship, a friendship that anyone would be lucky to have. A friendship that people only dream of. A friendship that can move mountains, enabling anything to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I will miss Pat very much. By the way, I am crying right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113315930152683617?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113315930152683617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113315930152683617' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113315930152683617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113315930152683617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/pat-morita-more-than-actor-to-me.html' title='Pat Morita: More Than an Actor to Me'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113290001237989718</id><published>2005-11-24T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T22:26:52.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man in the Bra &amp; Panty Section</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I forgot about something that happened to me a couple of weeks ago. After months of not finding the time, I finally was able to go shopping for some new bras. I was glad I'd finally gone because I was in dire need of some new bras. I didn't plan to get too many seeing how expensive bras are these days. Anyway, let me tell you what happened…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't think men should be allowed in women's clothing shops because it just makes it too uncomfortable. These places are already tiny and there is limited space. Changing rooms are right in the front of the store where anyone can see you. I also don't think it's comfortable to have to shop for bras and panties with a man around. Women know that for some reason women's clothing shops put all the bras and panties right in the middle of the store where anyone can see them. So it makes it hard for a woman to pick out her underwear with a strange man around. Usually you won't find a man in a woman's shop but this time there was one. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mom and I had our hearts set on finding a particular bra. I wanted a sexy cute push-up. I was happy to see that a lot of new bras had come out since I last shopped for some. My beef was that when I was in the panty section, I felt someone staring at me. You know how you can feel eyes on you? Well when I turned to the side there was a Latino dude (maybe in his early 40's) just gawking. He looked suspicious because he just milled around and he didn't appear to be with a woman. You have to be leery of men in women's shops by themselves. You never know what's about to happen. And the way he had his hands tucked in his jacket made me think he was casing the joint. And I also wondered why he had on a jacket when it was 90 degrees in Houston that day. Everyone else is sweating and he has on a jacket. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway…he kept walking around the panty table when I was there. Other women were just shopping like nobody's business. You have to understand something. There is a difference between older women and young ones when it comes to being comfortable in certain situations. Now it may not seem like a big deal to an older woman to pick out her underwear in front of a strange man but being my age, I found it very weird. I didn't want this man to see what kind of underwear I wore and it was disrespectful the way he kept gazing at me. I didn't see any panties I liked so I moved on to the bra section. My mom was looking at some bras on the other side of the shop. I whispered a couple of words to her then I went over to the other part of the store with the lace bras. I found some I liked very much. They had a million colors but I had my heart set on the black and the lavender. So I search for my size. As I am searching, guess who comes up behind me? The Latino dude. Now I look around. The other women are going on about their business. No one else seemed to notice him but I did. Anyway, I searched the black bras first. I found my size. When I looked around, he was snickering at me. He tried to turn away very fast but I saw him. I went to the lavender bras but I wasn't about to pick one out because I didn't want this man seeing what kind of bras I wore or my cup size or anything else personal. You may think I was overreacting but the entire situation made me feel weird. Why was he walking around with his hands in his pockets but didn't seem to know what he wanted? It's not that I thought he was there to do a crime. It's that I thought he was some kind of pervert. And why did he seem to be following &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When his back was turned I searched for a lavender bra and got it. I hurried to the other side. My mother found me two other nice bras. I told her about the man. She looked around. He was still milling around. She didn't feel too comfortable also. I didn't let that spoil my spirits. At least I'd found my new bras. But hey, I really don't think it's a good idea to let men just roam around women clothing stores. As if it isn't embarrassing enough that your underwear is out for the world to see, you don't want someone seeing you pick yours out too, LOL! By the way, when we left, he was still in there milling around. I bet he never bought a thing. The pervert…LOL! Just wanted to share. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bootsy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. Those bras looked heavenly on me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113290001237989718?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113290001237989718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113290001237989718' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113290001237989718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113290001237989718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/man-in-bra-panty-section.html' title='The Man in the Bra &amp; Panty Section'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113263828759127759</id><published>2005-11-21T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T22:02:35.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Defense of Authors: The Author's Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I will start by disclosing how I've changed since entering the literary world. I had no idea the life of a published writer was so complicated but it is. It seems like the more successful you get, new people enter your life, you go through new situations and all kinds of different things come up. It is an exciting life, a fun ride but most of all it is very exhausting. I'm not complaining because you all know how much I love my career. It comes to my attention, as I read different things that the main complaint readers have with authors is either not answering fan mail or not answering fan mail on time. Well, let me break down the structure of an author for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Please don't be quick to believe that just because an author doesn't respond to you that they are being stuck-up or rude. Okay, some are but the majority is not. Authors enjoy getting mail from readers and fans. The ones who don't will let you know by asking you not to send anything either through actions of their reputation or by saying it flat out on their sites, etc. But I don't know an author personally who doesn't want mail. They may just not read it if they are not interested but hey…some people are like that. When you write an author, did you know that most times you are not only writing the author? A lot of authors do not want personal mail coming straight to them so they have this structure set up…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the publisher…to the agent…to the author.&lt;/strong&gt; Why? Well, let's see. There are a lot of weirdoes in the world. Today authors want their mail read before they get them in case there's trouble. Being a literary entertainer is not easy. You have all kinds of things that can crop up. You have lawsuits, stalkers, harassers, other writers looking for handouts, fundraisers asking for your help, charities, foundations, and all types of people who may write an author. So a lot of authors would rather have the good mail separated from the bad. Let me also say that most authors find it disrespectful if you write them asking them to critique your work. Why? The author's life is terribly hectic. You must understand. We barely have enough time for our own work so it gets hard to get such requests when you never asked for them. Most authors think of this as harassment. My word of advice is to only contact a writer for a critique if THEY approach you. Some will see your work and want to help you out if you've got potential. But it's very disheartening to have people think you owe them favors. I never thought of approaching another writer to get my foot in the door. That wasn't me. I felt it was more important to focus on publishers and agents. So that is one big reason why some people's mail is not answered. Believe me, you send an author mail asking them to help you get published or look over your work then don't be surprised if you don't hear back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now back to the actual mailing…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's easier to get through to authors with their own PO addresses (like me) because most times it means they read their own mail.&lt;/strong&gt; The problem is that when it comes to getting mail if you're the only one reading it, it will take you longer to respond. People correspond with me mostly through email. I imagine that's how it is for other authors but you do get the occasional snail mail fans too. It's just that it's the age of technology so emailing is what more people do these days. Some authors get so much mail they can't possibly answer it all but they try. Also if you really want a response from your favorite writer, write them again if they haven't gotten back to you in a certain amount of time. Your letter or email may have gotten lost. Computers and post offices aren't perfect you know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You know what the biggest questions to authors from readers are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;" Do you really answer your fan mail? " and " How come when you write authors they never write you back? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I believe most authors try to answer mail ASAP. I tell you, the author's life is very busy. You have no idea. We do so much in a week it's amazing we don't lose our heads. Well, some of us do LOL! Let me break it down for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What authors have to deal with:&lt;br /&gt;People &amp;amp; Situations (agents, publishers, editors, publicists the media, etc.) That's a lot of folks isn't it? Tell me about it. Now look at the situations that go along with this. (Phone calls, emails, interviews (radio, television), photo shoots, magazines, traveling, book signings, book tours, visiting book stores, public speaking, charities, literary events, etc.)&lt;/strong&gt; Sometimes authors have lunches with big Hollywood folks such as &lt;strong&gt;Stephen Spielberg&lt;/strong&gt; if you're trying to get your books turned into movies. These are the people authors deal with on a regular basis and they take up a bulk of our time. And, we always must put these people first. It doesn't mean that the fans or readers don't come first in our hearts. It means that these folks on this list don't wait so we must make them top priority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writing: (Deadlines, editing, rewrites, going back and forth with your agent, going back and forth with your publisher, going back and forth with your editor, going back and forth with your publicist if you have one)…&lt;/strong&gt;and you see what I mean? Yep, writing is tough. Sometimes you write something over fifteen times for your agent to go, " Ah, you've done better. It's good but it's missing something. " Or either your editor says, " What are you nuts? Your last book was so good! What is this piece of crap? Go do it over and give me something that we can make a movie out of! " LOL, believe me this is the scenario in most cases these days. Thus, making it harder for many authors to focus on readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I didn't intend for this to be so long but I wanted to take you into the author's life and to defend authors because we're not all cold and heartless. Some people may feel that way if you don't get back to them but we're people too. We sometimes have things that happen in our lives where answering mail just isn't possible at the moment. It doesn’t mean we don't care. I think most authors appreciate their readers. Writing is the oldest and most revered form of entertainment. Believe me, I love all my readers. And I hope to give you back the special feeling you've given me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113263828759127759?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113263828759127759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113263828759127759' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113263828759127759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113263828759127759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-defense-of-authors-authors-life.html' title='In Defense of Authors: The Author&apos;s Life'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113261535740353373</id><published>2005-11-21T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T15:24:34.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divas of the New Millennium: A Holiday Treasure!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/9239136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/400/9239136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Celebrate the Holidays with Music's Biggest Divas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Does spending the holidays with Alicia Keys, Ashanti, Beyonce, Destiny's Child, Jennifer Lopez or Mya seem like a dream come true? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Looking for the perfect holiday gift for adults and teens? Have you yet to pick up one of the biggest bestsellers of the season? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Divas of the New Millennium "&lt;/em&gt; by Stacy-Deanne, Natasha Lowery, Kelly Kenyatta &amp;amp; Kwynn Sanders is the International best selling book for music fans of all ages!&lt;br /&gt;Spend your holidays with today's hottest divas! Order or buy your copy from booksellers everywhere! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Check: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amberbooks.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;http://www.amberbooks.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt; for updates on holiday discounts!&lt;br /&gt;Visit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stacy-deanne.net"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;http://www.stacy-deanne.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turn " Divas " from just a gift into a token to last forever by getting your own autographed copy! Send your book, postage paid to the address on Stacy-Deanne's official website to have your copy or a loved one's copy autographed before Christmas! Autographed books make amazing gifts for those to treasure always!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113261535740353373?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113261535740353373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113261535740353373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113261535740353373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113261535740353373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/divas-of-new-millennium-holiday.html' title='Divas of the New Millennium: A Holiday Treasure!'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113219188509308115</id><published>2005-11-16T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T17:49:57.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Things about Stacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Madonna%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/400/Madonna%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Ten Things about Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Shelley Halima (AKA Shells and literary star…y'all better recognize! Has tagged me once again) LOL…this is for you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;1. I love being 5'11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I am now at a level where I fully accept my flaws and can see them as gifts.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love writing almost as much as I love my family.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have embarked on a new mission to be positive as much as possible in life.&lt;br /&gt;5. My family comes from a richly mixed heritage (which stems my passion to do my family tree)&lt;br /&gt;6. My favorite color is purple or any color that falls in that category.&lt;br /&gt;7. I eat chicken and turkey on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;8. I hate today's hip-hop with a passion. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. I am a proud feminist (but without always being a bitch)&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a cat, (sweet when petted, I can be vicious and scratch your eyes out if you invade my space).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;10. Would rather have a good DVD in my bedroom than a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(unless he's the right&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I won't tag anyone in particular. You all may join in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Lovers of Latino/multicultural fiction must get Shelley's Acuzar Moreno. I am reading it and loving it. It's a wonderful book. I can't wait for the sequel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;That pic is Madonna from her Erotica album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adios!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113219188509308115?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113219188509308115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113219188509308115' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113219188509308115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113219188509308115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/ten-things-about-stacy.html' title='Ten Things about Stacy'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113199340485501201</id><published>2005-11-14T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T10:42:44.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Unusual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Madonna%208.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Madonna%208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay I guess I am in a revealing mood. It's funny that I can say things on my blog that I have trouble saying to people around me. How can you feel more comfortable talking to strangers than you do to the people you care about? Don't ask me but I just do. It's Monday morning and I'm getting ready to write on my novel again. The story is going well, beautifully actually and I'm having a ball. Of course writing is a part of me and like I said for years, the only thing that really makes me happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If writing were a man he would be perfect for me. Unfortunately writing is just an art and not a human but still…I can dream can't I? I am prepared to let you inside my mind for a second. People say I'm a head of my time. They say it because of the way I think and speak. See, you have to meet me personally or read my books to see this. They all say the same thing. It's the way I express myself. I was born with an overactive imagination. Most people stop living with " make believe " before their preteens. I never did. My entire existence depends on the power of my imagination and creativity. It's all I'll ever need and I like it much better than real life. With my books, I can live through my characters. They can do things I always wanted to do but was too afraid to try. They can even do things that I know are bad but that the devil inside of me is still curious about. So yes I live through my characters. You can take that as fascinating or pathetic. It's all in how you look at things. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My world revolves around my stories. There are many reasons for this. I know that I am different from other people. I think differently. This is the reason that I don't do the " normal " things others do. Because that stuff doesn't hold my interest and doesn’t fit into my world or the kind of person I am. I have always been on a higher plane. My publisher says it's a gift. My mother says its genius. Family sits in awe. They didn't understand me at all. Now they do. They say, " Stacy's just different. That's just the way she is. " There is nothing wrong with being different. I cling onto anything that makes me special. How different am I? Well let's look…&lt;br /&gt;I'm solitary. That's right. I don't like a lot of people around me at all. In fact, I hardly go out. Writing excites me so and I know that nothing in the ' real ' world could make me feel as good so why worry about it? I do what I need to do but I don't communicate and I don't dabble with ' people ' on a regular basis. I have people closest to me and that's it for now. I've never been in love with anyone outside a movie screen. I'm 27 and I can say that. Yes I've NEVER been in love with a person in real life. Just another example of how ' outside the box ' I think. I always thought years a head of the people in my same age group. That's why in high school, (well I had one boyfriend back then but that wasn't much of anything) the people just didn't get me and I didn't get the people. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My intelligence and creativity impressed the teachers. My friends admired it. Other kids probably thought of me as strange. I may be strange but who said strange was a bad thing? Unlike most people my stimulation comes from my mind. I don't need drinks and drugs to show me a good time. That's just my life. And I'm comfortable with that.&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to think there is no one in this world other than my mom and my best friend (my support system) that I will ever fall in love with. Right now I am content with everything I am doing. I like my life. I bet it's more interesting than people who go out on the town every weekend. I am fortunate because I am interesting enough to invent and have my own fun without relying on unnecessary additions. Am I regretful that I've never been in love? No. Sometimes I think about what it may be like when I'm writing it in a story. I dream of a storybook romance. Maybe they come true and maybe they don't. I believe that falling in love and dating isn't in the cards for me. Mom says it is and that it will come when I least expect it. But now I'm wondering, do I want it to? Maybe I'm just still too far ahead of everything that this just doesn't interest me. He needs to be on my level mentally. He has to have that spark. He has to drive on creativity. Other than a few male authors, I've never seen that in a man. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I never fall in love and only have my writing I would be the happiest person on earth. If I do fall in love, it needs to be with someone who knows I don't conform to normality. But I don't care about falling in love. It seems more trouble than it is worth. I'm also convinced I couldn't be happier in love than I am now. I'm in love with writing. I'm living my life. So far the things I got satisfy me. And what you've never tasted, you don't miss.  If Madonna were a man I'd be head over heels in love with her or (him) rather.  Other than that falling in love isn't a concern. And right now I wouldn't have it any other way. I am thankful for the support of fans and family. And that's all I need. But falling in love? Maybe I will and maybe I never will. But I tell you one thing I'm not sitting here waiting… And I am glad I am unusual because normal is something I've never wanted to be. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a nice Monday! Adios!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stacy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113199340485501201?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113199340485501201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113199340485501201' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113199340485501201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113199340485501201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-so-unusual.html' title='I&apos;m So Unusual'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113181627437309789</id><published>2005-11-12T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T09:30:26.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stacy's Cheat Tip Test:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stacy-Deanne's Cheat Tip Test:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ladies not sure if your man is cheating on you but you suspect? Men, not sure if your ladies aren't doing the same? Please read and evaluate my new cheat test with tips that almost always suggests your significant other is cheating on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Women) Signs Your Man Maybe Cheating on You:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The two of you haven't had sex in weeks and he's okay with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;If he starts dismissing things you do that has always irritated him. Ex: If he always hated that you left toast crumbs in the jelly yet one day he doesn't even notice…that's a sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;If he suddenly switches from boxers to briefs. (Especially if he's over 250 lbs.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;When his goodbye to you goes from sloppy kisses to f----- up handshakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;When his friends seem antsy around you all of a sudden. (Yeah they know something!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;When every time you call him at work lately his boss " mysteriously " needs to speak to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When he's suddenly getting more calls from his " mother ", especially on his cell phone!&lt;br /&gt;(Guess what? It's not his mother!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;If when you want to make love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; always has the headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;When he starts apologizing for things you didn't know he did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;If he suddenly becomes nicer or chummier with a female friend or relative of yours that you knew he couldn't stand since you been with him, and if she begins to seem nicer to him too. (Guess who he's screwing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;If he suddenly has a female cousin calling him constantly that you never heard of before.&lt;br /&gt;(Guess what…she's not a cousin!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;If his mysterious " new " cousin has an attitude with you when YOU answer the phone.&lt;br /&gt;(What the f---?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;When he's suddenly being drowned in emails and he never used to get any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;When he changes his email address out of the blue and he insists on not giving you the new one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;When he pisses on himself when you ask if he's cheating. (Ha, ha, ha! Handle your business, ladies!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now fellows…here we go…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Men) Signs Your Woman Maybe Cheating on You:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;She changes her hairstyle when she's never been the kind to change her hairstyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;She switches from those sagging grandma drawers to sexy thongs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;She picks a fight with you for no reason at all. (Means she's seeing someone else AND he's much better in bed!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;She suddenly goes on a " spur of the moment " diet. (Especially when she was big since you've known her and she didn't seem to worry about it before.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Claims the guy from work who calls her at all hours is gay even though he just doesn't seem gay to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Starts talking to her friends about every little thing you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The little things she used to like about you now annoy her beyond belief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Becomes defensive with every little thing you say to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blames her change of emotions on PMS even though she had her period a week before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Suddenly goes shopping more than usual. (Guess what…she's not shopping!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;She stops asking you how she looks when you take her out. (She now could care less about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOUR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; opinion because someone else's counts more than yours does.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you try to touch her in bed and she acts like you smell of dog doo doo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seems like she can't look you in the eyes anymore. (Women tend to feel extremely guilty when they cheat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When she tells you flat out to get the hell out of her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When she spends the weekends at her "mother's ". (Guess what…oh you already know!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When she tells another guy you're her brother or cousin. (Yes, women are clever in covering our tracks).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When she calls you by another name in bed. (Uh-oh! Handle your business dude! This is a big sign!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When she starts telling you your lovin' is getting better when you know you're not all that! Ha, ha, ha! (Aw, poor baby. Need some tips on that too boo?) I'm just playing, guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When she used to be so prudish in bed now she's turned into a super-freak. (Bells should be going off in your head by then)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you know the baby is yours, have no doubts but she insists you take a DNA test just to " make sure ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And the &lt;em&gt;biggest &lt;/em&gt;sign your lady is cheating on you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you FAIL the DNA test!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay this post is humorous but all kidding aside, cheating is not very funny when it concerns the person being cheated on. Cheating can ruin lives, relationships and entire families. My tips are from what I've learned over the years. Being around other female friends has opened my eyes. I've never been in this situation myself but I have witnessed cheating in relationships so I know what to look for.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And now you do too. Again, the tips maybe funny but these are surefire ways to tell if someone maybe cheating. I am not saying they are but changing looks and behavior is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BIG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sign. Just handle your business and tackle the issue the best way you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bootsy!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Feel free to share these tips on your blog but please do the right thing and give me credit or at least direct them to my blog to read them since I devised them. Thanks in advance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113181627437309789?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113181627437309789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113181627437309789' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113181627437309789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113181627437309789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/stacys-cheat-tip-test.html' title='Stacy&apos;s Cheat Tip Test:'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113160533162415741</id><published>2005-11-09T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T15:21:26.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We All Look Like Somebody/ Who Do You Look Like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Stacydea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" height="315" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/320/Stacydea.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Ashanti.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Ashanti.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/st.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Beautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Summer%20Pics%201a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Ashanti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 429px" height="400" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/400/Ashanti.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Aaliyah%20Bahamas%20CRASH.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/400/Aaliyah%20Bahamas%20CRASH.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This also ties into my latest contest. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been compared to a lot of people and every one of them flatters me. Below is a list of people I have been told I look like or remind some people of.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaliyah&lt;br /&gt;Amerie&lt;br /&gt;Jackee'&lt;br /&gt;Jane Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;Vanity&lt;br /&gt;Janet Jackson (the smile)&lt;br /&gt;Ashanti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU BE THE JUDGES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personally I've always thought I looked a little like Chili from TLC and Tatyana Ali.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good list huh? Those are some foxy ladies aren't they? A man once told me I looked like Regina King too. Now I love Regina and she's very attractive but I don't think we look anything a like. And no one else does either. But maybe he saw something in me that reminded me of her. Who knows? If you have any other suggestions for a look a like for me, please comment!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway what celebrities do you feel you look like or anyone has told you that you look like? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tag Ladylee, Rose, Kathi, Abeni, Shelley, Cinefille and Sabledawn and of course whoever else wants to participate!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photos above are of me, Ashanti &amp;amp; Aaliyah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113160533162415741?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113160533162415741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113160533162415741' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113160533162415741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113160533162415741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/we-all-look-like-somebody-who-do-you.html' title='We All Look Like Somebody/ Who Do You Look Like?'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113156607296998679</id><published>2005-11-09T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T11:54:32.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind of Blogger Bootsy Is!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type is Confident and Insightful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/confident.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a ton of brain power, and you leverage it into brilliant blog.&lt;br /&gt;Both creative and logical, you come up with amazing ideas and insights.&lt;br /&gt;A total perfectionist, you find yourself revising and rewriting posts a lot of the time.&lt;br /&gt;You blog for yourself - and you don't care how popular (or unpopular) your blog is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Blogging Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And for those who haven't be sure to lend your comments for my Erections post please. Especially the men!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113156607296998679?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113156607296998679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113156607296998679' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113156607296998679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113156607296998679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-kind-of-blogger-bootsy-is.html' title='What Kind of Blogger Bootsy Is!'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113142418183535855</id><published>2005-11-07T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T20:34:07.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erections: Can They or Can't They Be Controlled?</title><content type='html'>Put your tongue back into your mouth this is a genuine post. I really want to know. I've heard so many different opinions.  Can they or can't they be controlled by men?  Some men say that they can control their erections no matter what.  Others say sometimes it's just natural what happens and sometimes it can be quite embarrassing.  I remember in high school when all a girl had to do was walk in front of or stand next to a guy and he'd pop a boner (what us 90's teens say), just from being close to a girl.  We all know that it's difficult for boys to control it at that age. Of course we all know it's because of puberty and the fact that they are just learning about their bodies.  So how could they control it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can MEN always control them?  What brought on this topic was when I watched a movie with a very intense sex scene this evening.  Through the years, I'd watch sex scenes in movies and sometimes the kissing is so intense you just know the guy has to have had a…you know right?  I mean haven't you seen a movie and you go, " They look like they're kissing for real! Like they're really into it! " I know you have. Mom says actors' control themselves during those times. Well mom is way more experienced than I am so I believe she's somewhat correct.  But she's still not a man so it leaves a question in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When actors are doing those sex scenes, kissing and touching, are they always able to control it? I know actors go through a lot of exercises when they are getting ready for a scene so I suppose maybe they have a mental exercise actors use to contain their arousal?  I'm just guessing of course.  I often wondered if they wear something.  When they're doing a love scene and half of their body is under the covers, are they perhaps wearing some special designed drawers that stops their little or large (if you prefer), soldiers from saluting?  I don't mean to be vulgar or anything and don't take it that way but I am really curious.  I want some men to share some light on the subject.  CAN YOU CONTROL IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I think there is nothing more flattering than when a guy would get a boner when I sat next to him at school. The other girls would go, " Ewe! " and run off.  But hey that's a compliment I believe!  If you make a man excited just by sitting beside him then you got it going on.  I know some men only have to hear a woman's voice (my voice is very tiny and men seem to find it cute by the way) and they spring up.  Others just see a good looking woman or either a woman wearing something that triggers his senses and he goes,  " Boing! ".  Well that's life isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what causes a lot of men to get erections in public?  You know you've seen men somewhere and you do a double take and you swear you see a…in his pants.  Then you look again only to confirm it.  Most women laugh.  Others just turn their heads, embarrassed.  But do you ever wonder what made it get there? I do.  What's the guy thinking about when he's in public and he's aroused?  Does it just happen?  Can he or can he not control it?  Some guys say men can. Others say sometimes…no way.  I just want to know.  When it came to movies, it was the first question that popped in my mind.  Okay, no pun intended. But can it be controlled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments?  And please keep them respectable. We're not on the street here. Say your peace with some manners and refrain from using vulgar language. I'm a lady. And also, respect my blog visitors. Some people allow all kinds of things on their blog. I don't.  So " Respect my house! ", as Martin would say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113142418183535855?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113142418183535855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113142418183535855' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113142418183535855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113142418183535855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/erections-can-they-or-cant-they-be.html' title='Erections: Can They or Can&apos;t They Be Controlled?'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113134355827148018</id><published>2005-11-06T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T22:27:22.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Makes My World Go 'Round &amp; High School Reminiscing</title><content type='html'>MESSAGE: Well, Blogger worked fine for one day and now I can't get my photo button or font buttons again. I guess I am one of the lucky ones. They are having such bad database problems that some people can't find their blogs! I realize they are having problems but it's been like this for nearly two weeks except for when I did the Janet post. I had some pictures to post for this next topic but I couldn't do it as you all know. Now I see why people complain about Blogger. If they don't get themselves together than I'll have to find my blog a new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY NOW FOR THE TOPIC. I hope you will still enjoy it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Music makes the people come together…&lt;br /&gt;Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel…come together…&lt;br /&gt;Music makes the people come together…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            --- Madonna's " Music "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Music " is a song that sticks in your head all day. You know those songs that you only have to hear the chorus and for the entire day you're singing it?  Music is my entire world. I love music.  It became my best friend when I was old enough to understand lyrics and sounds.  I can sing. I love to sing, jump around and dance to my favorite kinds of music.  It doesn't matter what you put on.  You can put on old school R&amp;B and I'm happily grinding to the soothing sounds.  Put on the (Rolling) Stones or Dire Straits and I'm banging my imaginary electric guitar.  Put on Michael Jackson and I'm skipping all around the room or either I'll opt to take a mental slow dance to " Liberian Girl " in my mind.  Put on Prince and I'm wailing to the top of my lungs to " When Doves Cry ". God, that's a beautiful song. Put on Madonna and well…Bootsy gets a little crazy.  But I beg you, just put on the best and I'm rocking and rolling to just about anything as long as it's REAL music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was listening to Guy's  " I Like " from ' 88. I love that song!  I tell you that year was great for music. I was in elementary school then. Bobby released his debut.  Al B. released his debut. Damn, Keith Sweat released his debut!  Talk about a jamming good time.  So as I was listening to Guy I thought of some old school days. I've been thinking a lot about high school and the incidents that happened then. That is what music does to me, makes me think and brings back memories I wouldn't have been able to conjure up otherwise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been thinking about school because in 06' it will have been ten years since graduation!  Now that is really weird for me to realize because it only seems like yesterday since I was sitting with my friends.  I mean, it's been an entire decade? I just can't believe that.  It shows how fast the years go.  That's why we have to make the most of them.  I do, by celebrating music.  High school was a strange time.  You see in elementary school and middle school I was kind of awkward about being tall and overweight, etc. In high school I became pretty popular. I had a load of friends and people looked up to me. I truly began to find myself.  My confidence level still wasn't as high then as it is now but I was learning to accept myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah high school. It seems like only yesterday when the guys were pushing us against the walls trying to molest us.  Remember when a boy would just grab you in the hallway and try to kiss you? You'd screech, smack him and call it a day.  Then that same boy would write you a lover letter and the grammar would be so bad you had to ask one of the slower kids to explain it to you?  Yep those were the days.  I remember the stupidest things horny teen boys used to say, " Stacy you got some nice big balloons can I touch them, huh, huh can I? " I have to laugh thinking of that. But hey high school boys wouldn't know tact from gas. And how come the finest boys were always in the slower classes?  I never understood that. The finest boy in school would always be that dude who was 21 and still in the ninth grade with you remember? My friends would be like, " Ooh Stacy he's so fine! Girl he got his own car, he works at Mickey-D's! " I would be like, " Yeah but the MF is still sitting in the ninth grade! I mean if you are old enough to go vote in the presidential election after you leave school in the evening something's wrong with the picture! " LOL, but he'd be fine.  I mean the finest boys were always the dumbest ones and they were always the first ones trying mack! The smart girls were always cute but the smart boys were always Urkel look-a-likes weren't they? And what was so pitiful was that they actually thought Urkel was cool!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah and the jocks.  Who could forget those no-playing, arrogant, muscle bound apes who really thought they were going to play pro ball yet couldn't even spell pro.  Those were the days.  And what about those damn honor students that got on everyone's nerves? The ones that spent the school year trying to get you to sign up for after school activities.  The ones you ran away from when you saw them coming? And they were always so cheerful weren't they?  On Monday mornings you'd be dragging in and they'd be smiling, " Good morning! " Like you actually wanted to be in school. I chuckle about it now but I almost punched a couple of those flighty chicks back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no beef with the teachers because I barely remember them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just fun to stroll down memory lane isn't it?  I don't know if my school is having a high school reunion or not. I don't know if I would go if they did.  I didn't want to see those people then why would I want to now?  Oh yeah, to gloat maybe. Hee, hee, hee! Guess who became the best selling author?  I wonder about my friends and if their dreams come true.  I hope they did.  If not, I hope they still do. I also hope that many lives weren't lost since high school.  I am sure some people I knew then have died, it is so sad to realize that might be true. Anyway, I'm still living towards my dreams. Writing is just one of them. I have an entire bag full of more under my chair.  And I plan to make them come true or at least work hard trying to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strolling down memory lane is lovely for me most times.  And it all begins with the sound of music.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, Bootsy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113134355827148018?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113134355827148018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113134355827148018' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113134355827148018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113134355827148018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/music-makes-my-world-go-round-high.html' title='Music Makes My World Go &apos;Round &amp; High School Reminiscing'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113118035185915677</id><published>2005-11-05T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T00:48:42.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Janet's Secret or Not-Secret Child?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/janet_jackson_131435a.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/400/janet_jackson_131435a.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's back! It's back! Now I can post images and change fonts again! Yippee! Bow down! Bow down! Okay now for the topic…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;" Miss Janet Finds Herself in the News yet Again. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I just wanted to comment about Janet Jackson and the secret child thing that's been going on. As we all know, Young Debarge claims that Janet has an eighteen-year-old daughter Renee. Janet has since come out to the media claiming she has no secret child. What do you believe? This is what I believe along with my point…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;First off, I am a Janet Jackson fan. But I still have a difference of opinion about Janet's secret child issue. I believe Janet has a secret child. I believe that Janet has kept the child hidden to keep her persona and to appear as a younger image. We all know that Janet appeals to the youngsters and they hold the icon in great respect. She has constantly reinvented herself throughout the years to keep a hold on teen and young adult audiences whom would probably look at her differently if they realized she was old enough to have a grown daughter. Even though Janet's forty, having a child would have brought more attention to her age, risking her appeal to her primary audience. She may have had other reasons for hiding the child. Maybe she's smart and doesn't want her daughter hounded by the media every second. Maybe she wants her child to have a real life. Maybe she's not really connected to the girl, who knows? I mean it's not so hard to imagine is it? Do you think that Janet would be the only person in the world who has hidden a child? Well, I don't. Here is my point…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now I have no reason to believe Janet has a child. I just do. It's just a feeling inside of me. But my point is that it is no one's business if she does or doesn't. She does not have to disclose every ounce of her private life to the media. If Janet has a secret child, what difference would it make? No one has the right to disclose something personal about anyone. I think that Young Debarge is not only doing this out of some sort of spite but to pump up sales for his new album. A lot of people think this too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I think Janet is a kind and generous person. Over the last two years the media has hounded her more than most. Well I take that back. The media hasn't hounded anyone as much as they have Michael Jackson. Back to Janet, we all know this is the price of fame. But no matter who someone is, it doesn’t give anyone else the right to share a secret about that person. Janet has the right to keep some things personal despite being a celebrity just like everyone else has that right. I believe that the public will shun Young Debarge whether they believe Janet has a child or not. The fact is it's no one's business. People have the right to make their own choices because they will have to answer for it in the end. Will the media ever be able to mind their business? Nope! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Let people live their lives and you rise above selfishness and pettiness to live yours.&lt;br /&gt;I've had the Janet thing on my mind a lot lately and just wanted to share my opinion publicly. Now back to our regularly scheduled programming already in progress…&lt;br /&gt;Janet looks good for forty doesn't she? She's a truly beautiful person inside and out. That's why I am forever a Janet Jackson fan. People say she's washed up but look at how far she's gotten. She's gotten farther than some people ever wish they could in show business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Janet will rise again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113118035185915677?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113118035185915677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113118035185915677' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113118035185915677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113118035185915677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/janets-secret-or-not-secret-child_05.html' title='Janet&apos;s Secret or Not-Secret Child?'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113099334823542389</id><published>2005-11-02T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T20:49:08.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Please Get A Manual &amp; Ditch Those Tired Pick-Up Lines!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I just have to bring up a topic about men and how they try, notice I said ' try ' to pick up women.  What sparked this topic in my head was because I was watching a movie tonight where this man tried to pick up this woman in the store.  I got to thinking about all the times when men flirted and tried to pick me up and I had to address my thoughts on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I don't like pick-up lines because I can see through them a mile away and most women can.  Some women dig them.  They find it funny when a man struggles over some tacky line. Well that's some women, that is not me. I prefer a man to be honest but of course that never happens right off. Also, I don't like to be picked up period. I won't give anyone my phone number that I just met so they don't need to bother asking anyway. I have to get to know a man first, which means being around him before I even think of sharing my personal business.  Walking up to me while I'm shopping or doing anything else won't get you any place with me.  Okay back to the issue…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a nickel for every tired, pathetic line I've heard I would be richer than Queen Elizabeth would!  It's so sickening to be subjected to some fool who is too stupid to realize he's using some generic line that women have heard since the beginning of time.  I remember when I was shopping with my mom about a week after it became the year 2000.  This guy walked up to me (first of all he was too damn old), anyway, he kept walking where I was. You know how they do, they walk around you for a while then pretend to leave then when you think it's safe, they bring their rank behinds back over there. So I knew already he was going to make his move.  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood behind me going, " Girl you must be tired. " I said, " Excuse me? Are you speaking to me? " He said, " Yeah.  You must be tired because you been running through my mind all day. " First I busted out laughing.  Secondly I said, " You have to be kidding me. You mean in the year 2000 you are still using that tired line?  I don't mean to be rude but that line is so old Joseph used it on Mary! " He looked like the blood ran straight from his veins. I didn't mean to embarrass the dude but if you're going to come up to me you better have some style.  I'm like Aaliyah all right, you come up to me extra smooth or either you better take your behind back from where you came from, dust yourself off and try again!  I am not easy to get. Do I look easy, please! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to hear a smooth line that wasn't said by a man on television.  That is why I admire the men from the 70's and 80's. They had style. They knew how to pick up women but they were so damn smooth it didn't even seem like they were picking you up, right women?  They dressed neat. They were clean.  They had jobs, cars and homes.  Now any old fool will try to come up to you.  Panhandlers have hit me on!  Now you homeless, sitting on the street with a can but you need a woman? Something is wrong with your priorities, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is that I believe out of 100 men there are probably only 45% (and that's stretching it), that knows what smooth is.  I mean if you're looking for some easy booty at least dress it up with some smoothness.  Don't come up like, " Baby can I have them digits? " And then wonder why I run away from you faster than money ran from MC Hammer.  Guys it's the new millennium! Women aren't going for that tired crap anymore, at least respectable women. I'm not talking about those trashy women that will go off with any guy as long as he buys her a burger. I am talking about respectable women, get it?  Like I said, I don't like pick-up lines unless it's so good it knocks me off my feet. It has to be one I've never heard before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I remember a smooth line a guy gave me back in high school. He was a transfer student who came from Georgia. He was tall, light skinned and his smile lit up the air. He was soooo cute! I forgot his name though. I heard around campus he wanted me to be his girlfriend but I was too shy to be his girlfriend.  Anyway, he said one day in the hall, &lt;br /&gt;" Stacy you know why you make me miss Georgia so much? " I said, " No why? " " Well you remind me so much of a Georgia peach, plump and sweet. "  I almost fainted.  That was cute and it gave me chills.  Now we were only 16 at the time. Now that's a shame that he could come up with something that original at his age but you got 30 year old men today still working with that " running through my mind line ". Ha, ha, ha! I have to laugh. Mom told me about all the times that they used it on her in the 60's!  Yet, men are still using it today. And men wonder why women shoot them down.  Now they know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women, we need to make a manual and include all the pick-up lines men should NEVER use again for as long as they live! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113099334823542389?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113099334823542389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113099334823542389' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113099334823542389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113099334823542389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/men-please-get-manual-ditch-those.html' title='Men Please Get A Manual &amp; Ditch Those Tired Pick-Up Lines!'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113092089761291136</id><published>2005-11-02T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T00:45:45.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog Design!</title><content type='html'>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you can see I switched my blog design! Yep I got tired of that blue. It was pretty and alluring but you get sick of something you've had for months. Plus you should change your blogs every now and then because it keeps things interesting. If you keep the same old blog design for months then visitors start to get a little bored. It's the same with websites, got to keep them interesting right? I've seen a few people with this design and I absolutely loved the pink, it's so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also changed because I wanted something more uplifting. Not only is the pink pretty but it suggests a more positive outlook I think. I am taking on a more positive stance in life and so I wanted to reflect that through everything that's connected to me. The pink symbolizes harmony plus it's soft and lady-like just like me. Don't worry, just because the blog is different doesn't mean I won't be the same ol' loveable Bootsy. I truly hope you guys like it and join me on my new journey of self-acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, Blogger has been having problems and I still can't post pictures or change fonts, etc right now. I have contacted them and am waiting to hear back. I hear others are having problems as well. I hope that you all can deal with this and still enjoy my blog even if I don't have these extra additions right now. I hope you still find it interesting and enjoy your stay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have put in all my links. Now if the Blog Roll thing isn't working then it means I pasted it in wrong. Just give me some days to fix everything up. I also have to go back and change some of my posts' colors, if I can since blogger is having problems. Just bear with me you guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love, &lt;br /&gt;Stacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE COMMMENT ON MY NEW BLOG DESIGN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113092089761291136?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113092089761291136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113092089761291136' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113092089761291136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113092089761291136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-blog-design.html' title='New Blog Design!'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113079379072846846</id><published>2005-10-31T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:23:10.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me With Blogger Anyone?</title><content type='html'>Uh, for some reason when I go to post now I don't see the Edit HTML button or the Compose button or the little icons for me to upload pictures, make works bold, italic, etc. In other words I am only getting a blank page. If anyone can tell me what I should do to get these back I will appreciate it. I contacted blogger but figured maybe someone can help me in the meantime. I needed to post something with a picture and I'm frustrated because I can't get these buttons since last night.  Thanks in advance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113079379072846846?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113079379072846846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113079379072846846' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113079379072846846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113079379072846846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/10/help-me-with-blogger-anyone.html' title='Help Me With Blogger Anyone?'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113060859343784120</id><published>2005-10-29T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T11:03:15.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Ma%20Truth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/400/Ma%20Truth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm a little depressed today. My &lt;strong&gt;anxiety level&lt;/strong&gt; is up. It gets like that from time to time. I have &lt;strong&gt;high anxiety&lt;/strong&gt; about almost anything but I work at it to make it better. I am feeling a little negative today so I have to &lt;strong&gt;channel into something positive&lt;/strong&gt;. As some of you know, I am trying to be more positive these days. Still, it gets hard. I made a vow not to worry about things so much anymore but since I am a worrier at heart it makes it harder to not worry about things on certain days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom&lt;/strong&gt; says it's a part of growing up. I agree. People say that the &lt;strong&gt;twenties are the hardest part&lt;/strong&gt; of your life. Almost everyone I've met said they weren't truly happy until they hit their thirties. Things just&lt;strong&gt; balanced out&lt;/strong&gt; at that point. You're more content and comfortable with your life and who you are. I am much better at dealing with things compared to a couple of years ago. When I was &lt;strong&gt;23, 24 and 25&lt;/strong&gt;, I was so depressed and stressed out I thought I'd die from the pressure. I'd had enough of depression from childhood. I don't want to go back to that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't worry. I am a little down today but it's nothing serious. It is nowhere near how it used to be. It's just sometimes, everyone, no matter how positive they are get these &lt;strong&gt;' down days '&lt;/strong&gt; as us females call it. You have to understand that there is so much that goes into a woman's system that is impacted by our emotions. Like today, &lt;strong&gt;hormones&lt;/strong&gt; may be the reason I am down. Who knows? For us women, we can't always be sure. We go through a lot of down days and sometimes, no matter what you do to get yourself up again, you can't. It's just the make-up of a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do I get myself up today? Well I'll work on some of my stories. Then, I'll watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grease 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again. Yes, I loved &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grease 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; better than &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grease &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;by the way. It is one of my favorite films. Don't laugh at me. A lot of people make fun of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grease 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for some reason but I liked it much better than the first. Then I will probably watch some &lt;strong&gt;Madonna&lt;/strong&gt; videos. That will perk me up. I might pop in a horror DVD because we all know the television networks haven't shown any decent scary movies this year. What a waste. I might even clean up. You know housework helps when you’re down. Not only is it good exercise but it keeps you busy and your mind off of the problems you thought you had. I am sure that by late evening I will feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I plan to take some more &lt;strong&gt;landscape photos&lt;/strong&gt; soon. As you know I am also a landscape photographer so I will try to share them with you soon. Anyone want to see a sample of my work go to the &lt;strong&gt;Biography Page&lt;/strong&gt; of my website. I have some on my blog too but you have to search the past posts and since my blog is so big it won't be easy, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I was going to take some more pictures this weekend but things happened that I wasn't planning on. So we all know what that's like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am wishing you all a good weekend. I may blog again tonight if I have something important to say. I just wanted to wish everyone a good weekend and hopefully you party animals out there will stay safe this Saturday night. I never lived the fast life but for those who do, take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo is &lt;strong&gt;Madonna&lt;/strong&gt; of course. This is one of my favorite &lt;strong&gt;Madonna&lt;/strong&gt; photos. It's from the cover of her &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truth or Dare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; movie. She was so pretty back in those ' &lt;em&gt;Vogue&lt;/em&gt; ' days. The splitting image of Marilyn Monroe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who haven't and are interested, go to my site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stacy-deanne.net"&gt;http://www.stacy-deanne.net&lt;/a&gt; and sign up for my new mailing list. And help spread the word about my latest contest if you know someone who'd make a good participant! Sign the guest book while you’re there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! Bootsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113060859343784120?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113060859343784120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113060859343784120' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113060859343784120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113060859343784120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/10/sad-saturday.html' title='Sad Saturday'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113044958763354666</id><published>2005-10-27T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T22:51:36.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perverts Love Me</title><content type='html'>Got an obscene phone call yesterday.  It was so weird to me because I didn't think people still did that.  He didn't say anything it was just one of those ' breathers '.  His television was loud as hell in the background.  We keep our answering machine on but I answered the phone because I was expecting a call.  At first he said nothing but I saw his number on caller ID so if he calls again there is going to be trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically no harm was done.  He just kept breathing heavy every time I asked who it was. I would have hung up sooner but I thought the breathing was static at first.  Once I realized it was a major league pervert, I hung up.  He apparently had a good time with me from the sound of his breathing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed because you'd think with the Internet, you wouldn't still have obscene phone callers.  I mean there is so much they could be doing with their computers if they really want to harass but…I guess this is what rocks their boat.  But with everyone having caller ID these days, you'd be pretty stupid to do such things.  Obscene phone calls can land you in jail.  It's not like it was twenty years ago when you could scare a woman half to death before she could take action.  At least that's good to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to be very cautious.  Authors or anyone in the public eye have to be extra careful. You never know if someone who has your number may turn out to be a stalker or even worse.  Strange men approach me all the time through email and it’s a wonder I don't go insane.  I know this is part of my career but you won't believe the kind of mail I get.  Some men really expect me to meet them.  Yeah, like I would meet a total stranger. I hope I don't look that stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most if not all of my fan mail has been from guys.  Usually ladies give me props straight out.  That's very sweet and I love it.  Some guys write me lovely letters that I really appreciate. Others write only wanting one thing.  Why they think they can get it from me, I have no idea.  I appreciate the sincere ones and I do know those from the ones who are just looking to hook up.  Then of course some will say they want to hook up straight out.  I don't know about you but hooking up with someone who writes you an email isn't too smart in my book.  Or is this the in thing as far as dating is concerned?  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get a little nervous when I receive mail from a man because I have to wonder if it's going to be from a decent guy, jerk or a pervert.  I have been proposed to by email.  Guys I haven't even seen have asked me out on dates.  Men have even written suggestive letters, not knowing that this will turn a woman off faster than a lamp. I have also been harassed by email.  Yep, someone was trying to send me a virus but I keep everything up to date and so my computer stays safe. I know the person was targeting me specifically because they even forged my publisher's email address in hopes that I open the attachment.  Must I repeat that I am not stupid?  I know a forged email from a real email from someone I know.  I also have a feeling that this person was a guy and probably a certain guy (I remember) that had been writing me love letters through email. I refused to respond because I knew the guy was loonier than tunes so I guess this was his way of getting me back.  See the bull we have to put with?  Wonder if male authors go through the same thing?  Actually most women (even those not in public careers) get harassed by idiots more each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tough being a woman.  We aren't safe on the streets, in our homes or even on our computers.  When will it end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to share.  But I can't tell you how shocked I am to see that people still breathe on the phone like that.  It actually made me laugh.  I was like, " Dude don't you have anything more important to do? " Well, obviously not huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel like I'm about to really get harassed?  Some pervert is not going to like this blog passage, LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113044958763354666?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113044958763354666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113044958763354666' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113044958763354666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113044958763354666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/10/perverts-love-me.html' title='Perverts Love Me'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113034366075967614</id><published>2005-10-26T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T22:53:04.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stacy Study: Today's Lesson: Bad People and How They Become This Way</title><content type='html'>Bad people mystify me.  I'm not like other people. I can't just take something at face value.  I'm one of those people who have to get behind the reason when something happens.  If someone did a bad thing, curiosity gets the better of me.  And hey, sometimes you just want to know what's wrong with people.  There are different kinds of bad people in the world.  Did you know that?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe people are born bad? I believe some are.  I believe some aren't but I definitely think badness is imbedded in some from the start.  Sometimes there is just no explanation or excuse you can give for a bad person and his or her actions.  Let me take a moment to break down my theories then please comment and leave some of your own if you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try to go through the different kinds of bad and put my explanations to them from what I've learned in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People Who Are Born Bad: &lt;br /&gt;Note: These types of bad people almost always turn out to be vicious criminals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you can be born bad. If not, why do you think so many good parents end up with such bad kids that turn out to be evil adults?  Why do you have those people who insist on being bad but no matter how hard you try, you can't figure out why they are like this?  It's embedded in them. It's just their nature.  You have good people and you have bad people.  People who are born bad are probably the most dangerous of bad people because they don't have a conscience.  You have to have a conscience to stop you from hurting others.  That's the difference between bad people and good people. These people can do any vile thing imaginable and it won't ever matter to them.  They can't bring themselves to physically care for other people. Think about your childhood in this case.  Remember being on the playground?  You know how you had that one kid (usually a boy) who just picked on everyone and did such horrible things?  Then you'd meet his parents and wonder how could such well-mannered, nice people have such a little demon?  Then you might here them tell the teacher, " We know the things he does.  We have tried everything.  We don't know why he insists on doing wrong. "  Look at the cycle of this boy we all remember and see if it doesn't fit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In elementary he picked on children.&lt;br /&gt;In Junior High he beat up children.&lt;br /&gt;In High school he raped girls.&lt;br /&gt;And when he got into the real world, murdered someone then all hell broke loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that in the case of people born bad, they just can't be any other way. It's their make up.  We either have to accept them as they are or stay the hell away from them.  Usually the people born bad turn out to be ruthless criminals so you can't help but keep your space.  I think that everyone, at one point or another has known someone who does horrible things over and over and we all have ended up saying, " God, why is he or she like this?  Why are they so bad? "  And yet we can't find an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean &amp; Hateful Bad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know the kind.  You really never notice that these people (relatives mostly) are as mean as they are until they're old.  You'll walk around going, " Momma, why is Uncle Harper so mean?  Why does he do such mean things? " And she replies, " That's just the way he is ".  Want to know the difference between people who are mean and hateful bad and people who are born bad?  Mean and hateful bad people are like this due to life experiences.  Usually they have felt slighted all their lives.  It may have started with how they viewed their childhood.  They may have seen their siblings getting more attention, or see the other kids around them with more privileges.  They may see every ounce of failure they have as a permanent roadblock which leads them to stop trying. These people can never celebrate your accomplishments. They see your good deeds as a personal knock to them. Did you know that a lot of mean and hateful bad people are uneducated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of these people have dropped out of school at one point and find that they can't get decent jobs or feel they didn't have the same opportunities as others.  Of course they did but they choose to use it as an excuse.  If you're fifty and you don't like your life, don't blame the world.  Hey, the local university takes 100-year-olds. I think it will take you too.  We can't blame our lives on other people. Mean and hateful bad people are easy to spot. They are very unhappy and usually very lonely. They blame their limited lives on everyone else.  They use this as an excuse and crutch.  Funny, most of these kinds of people never try to do anything for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made-to-be Bad People:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I could stay on this topic forever but let me wrap it up with this one.  You have people who are bad because of who they hang around.  Some people are so weak they can't do anything unless they feel they have others' acceptance.  This is the mentality of millions of school children.  They fall into this trap and it mostly leads to a life of crime.  Before they know it their lives have taken a turn they can't get out of.  I've read millions of articles on peer pressure over the years.  Did you know it's mostly with boys?  Boys crave acceptance from their male friends and I believe it has something to do with society.  Males are bred from the start, knowing that it is their responsibility to be a certain way in society. Of course these days a lot of men are falling short.  Made to be bad people aren't the smartest folks in the world if you notice.  If they were they wouldn't let others pressure them into doing such stupid things.  I always think of this old saying, &lt;br /&gt;" If Tommy jumped off a building would you do it too? " Made to be bad people would. That's why they get into so much trouble.  It's no excuse either way.  If you're dumb enough to let people lead you by the nose and into a life of degradation, I can't feel sorry for you. I pity your lack of self worth.  But I can't feel sorry for you. And who should if you're hurting people in the process? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you do have another kind of bad.  You have people who aren't really bad but do bad things.  I have yet to figure out why.  I haven't read much on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My theories are developed from what I've seen and what I've read from doctors' articles dealing with the psychological state behind bad people. I agreed with them and what I always thought has turned out to be good theories. I tell you, it's all amazing when you think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113034366075967614?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113034366075967614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113034366075967614' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113034366075967614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113034366075967614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/10/stacy-study-todays-lesson-bad-people.html' title='The Stacy Study: Today&apos;s Lesson: Bad People and How They Become This Way'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-113000037280048909</id><published>2005-10-22T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T22:54:53.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stacy's Fall Look A Like Contest!  Enter for fun and great prizes!</title><content type='html'>The Stacy-Deanne Fall Look A Like Contest: Are You Stacy's TWIN? &lt;br /&gt;Do you look like author diva Stacy-Deanne?  All people who feel they look like Stacy are invited to enter the Stacy-Deanne Look A Like Contest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All applicants (fitting the age requirement) are welcomed regardless, race, size or gender.  Stacy's twin could even be a guy!  Everyone can join in the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Age: 18-35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This contest requires no fees to participate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To enter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: Due to viruses from attachments, contest participants MUST send photos and submissions by postal mail only. Do not send emails with attachments they will be deleted. This contest is valid through regular postal mail only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Send a copy of your best, clear photo.  Head shots or full-body photos are fine.  Show that beautiful smile!  No nude or obscene photos allowed. Photos may be in black and white or color. Please send the most recent photo you have. Do not send your original photos!  Materials will not be returned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Send a brief biography about yourself. What are your hobbies?  Your favorite books, movies and music?  What do you like to do? Type your submission or write legibly please. Specify whether or not you would like your picture posted on Stacy-Deanne.net if you win. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Include your return address and email with submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner Receives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A copy of ' Divas of the New Millennium " autographed by Stacy! &lt;br /&gt;2) A copy of Donna Hill's novel, " Getting Hers " autographed by Donna Hill!&lt;br /&gt;3) Your picture (if you agree) posted on Stacy-Deanne.net for a limited time!&lt;br /&gt;4) An autographed picture of Stacy-Deanne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* View the featured contest picture of Stacy on her Contest Page at http://www.stacy-deanne.net to see if you're a look a like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck, folks!  Only one will win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send Your Photo and Submissions To:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy-Deanne&lt;br /&gt;PO Box 451261&lt;br /&gt;Houston, Texas 77245&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begins: October 24, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ends: January 9, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to author Donna Hill and everyone else for their aid with this contest.  &lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already, join Stacy's mailing list. Go to her site to see how. &lt;br /&gt;Spread the word!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-113000037280048909?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/113000037280048909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=113000037280048909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113000037280048909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/113000037280048909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/10/stacys-fall-look-like-contest-enter.html' title='Stacy&apos;s Fall Look A Like Contest!  Enter for fun and great prizes!'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-112952448797089510</id><published>2005-10-16T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T22:08:53.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adios...for a while!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/92391362.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/400/9239136.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be gone for a bit. I also notice that I am not the only writer taking breaks right now. A lot of the other authors don't blog as much anyway. They blog mostly like once a month here and there. I completely understand that. I just like it so much I try to update as much as possible. As far as authors go, everyone's trying to meet those fall deadlines or just writing or whatever. I also notice other people not blogging so much now. I suppose it's easier to blog in the summer. People always become busier in the fall and winter. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll pop on ASAP if I have something I really want or need to say. I got a lot of things to do right now. I am editing a manuscript and writing the sequel to it at the same time. I am searching for an agent, in which I've mentioned before. I am also getting ready to start my next contest. I will post the details soon. I need to shift my priorities and time to get these things done. Plus I really don't have much to say on the blog right now, LOL. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will be back soon, don't worry about that. I love blogging so I try not to stay away too long. I'm just so tired and I got so much work to do. I need to put my full time into it. Feel free to comment on this post if you'd like. I will be popping into to read comments on my posts here and there. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the words of the Terminator, " I'll be back. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The photo is the book of course!  You haven't gotten it I suggest you do.  And it's in high demand so if you want it by Christmas as a gift or for yourself you'd better get moving. Believe me it's flying off the shelves online and off as fast as they come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take care,&lt;br /&gt;Stacy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-112952448797089510?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/112952448797089510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=112952448797089510' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/112952448797089510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/112952448797089510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/10/adiosfor-while.html' title='Adios...for a while!'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-112941383627196189</id><published>2005-10-15T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T15:08:04.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Things About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/dorff96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/400/dorff96.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Things I Plan To Do Before I Die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Record a rock album&lt;br /&gt;Have my own magazine&lt;br /&gt;Become world famous&lt;br /&gt;Meet Madonna&lt;br /&gt;Have my own clothing design for tall women&lt;br /&gt;Live in England&lt;br /&gt;Travel as much as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Things I Can Do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing&lt;br /&gt;Write&lt;br /&gt;Pick up things with my toes&lt;br /&gt;Do make-up and hair&lt;br /&gt;Give great advice&lt;br /&gt;Lean on my upper back with my legs straight up in the air (and hold the position for a long time) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GET IT OUT THE GUTTER!&lt;br /&gt;Be a positive role model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I Cannot Do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to very crowded places&lt;br /&gt;Overcome some of my biggest personal fears&lt;br /&gt;Go to the doctor&lt;br /&gt;Understand women who give men money&lt;br /&gt;Pity weak people&lt;br /&gt;Make excuses for people who do bad things&lt;br /&gt;Stop being so shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things That Attract Me To The Opposite Sex:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Manners&lt;br /&gt;Good Hygiene&lt;br /&gt;Good breeding&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence&lt;br /&gt;Good looks (which means people who look good in their own way)&lt;br /&gt;A man who dresses neat and with class&lt;br /&gt;A man who doesn't curse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things That I Say Most Often:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell you something?&lt;br /&gt;Goodness gracious!&lt;br /&gt;Oh please!&lt;br /&gt;Stop gazing!&lt;br /&gt;It's hot in here&lt;br /&gt;Boy I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Celebrity Crushes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Dorff (Love of my life!)&lt;br /&gt;Mikei Pheiffer (I know I probably spelled his name wrong)&lt;br /&gt;Antonio Banderas (Oooh mama!)&lt;br /&gt;Jackie Chan (Hey Jackie's cute!)&lt;br /&gt;Sean Patrick Flannery&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Gosling&lt;br /&gt;Balthezar Getty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm in love with Stephen but I like a lot of these other guys even though I wouldn't necessarily call it crushes. But they are all great actors.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 People I Want To Do This&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I guess the first seven who comment or either I may tag someone if I'm not too lazy to get back on today)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The photo is one of Stephen's old magazine pics! I swear I can't get enough of this man. Hope he doesn't read this...LOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14972880-112941383627196189?l=stacy-deanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/feeds/112941383627196189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14972880&amp;postID=112941383627196189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/112941383627196189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14972880/posts/default/112941383627196189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacy-deanne.blogspot.com/2005/10/7-things-about-me.html' title='7 Things About Me'/><author><name>Stacy-Deanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00252217315669096281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.stacy-deanne.net/images/stacydeanne-340-Stacy_12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14972880.post-112914955462911070</id><published>2005-10-12T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T13:39:14.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nick Names</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/1600/Sexy%20Mama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/1372/400/Sexy%20Mama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Just taking a quick moment to blog about my nicknames, how I got them and what they mean. Seems like they strike interest with a lot of people and I wanted to explain them. Believe me, they don't make sense to me either. With nicknames it's not important what you think of them, it's about what others have thought of you. That’s how people get nicknames. Some can be hurtful because they promote teasing. Others are funny. Others are flattering because they either come from loved ones or friends. No matter who we are, we all have a nickname or like me, more than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, I had enough nicknames to fill a book. Most of them came from school. I don't remember half of them. And the ones I remember didn't stick into adult hood. Well, maybe one did. Most of my nicknames mean a great deal to me because they came from people I care about. The
