<?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-8148135900979790234</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:29:00.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Through My Eyes</title><subtitle type='html'>The ONLY WAY into My Mind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-5175003861390679755</id><published>2010-06-02T22:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:48:34.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MIND CHECK XL: Memorial Day Weekend: 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No pre-req to it, I'm just gonna go for it; you'll get it all at the end.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had NO IDEA what GOD had in store for me this past weekend: from Saturday-Tuesday. Let's just say it was an interesting one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started at McDonald's. I went in and got me something to eat and came back out to my car...she wouldn't start. I was like, "ok, this happens often. She'll start up soon." --- PSYCHE! So I decided to go inside and have a lil chat with GOD about how I do NOT wanna be stuck in Murfreesboro, TN; how I did NOT wanna be sitting at that McDonald's all night and having to leave my car there. It was all in HIS plan, I later figured out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after about 30 minutes of sitting inside McDonald's, drinking my Sweet-Tea (because I NEVER go to McDonald's without getting a Sweet Tea...even for breakfast!) and still talking to GOD, I decided to get up and go try again. I went out and there was an SUV next to me with two guys eating. I tried to start her up...Nothing. The driver of the SUV got out of his truck and asked me if I needed a boost. I told him, "Sure, but I don't think it's the battery." He told me, "Well, let's try anyway."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He proceeded to put his truck in position so we could hook the cords up: Black to Black::Red to Red...after about 10 minutes, still nothing. I told him thanks and he said, "It's no problem." I went back inside McDonald's and sat and talked again. Time passed by again and I went back out, asked GOD one more time: "I just wanna make it to Nashville. Please?" At that time, HIS plans for me in Nashville must have been complete for the situations that were about to come up that I had NO IDEA would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jade started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I praised all the way to Nashville no knowing what was about to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called my mom and she told me, "Don't stop in Nashville just go to Jackson and I'll come get you and you can take my car and we'll worry about getting Jade fixed later."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My stubborn ass told her, "Nah, I'mma just head on up to Nashville."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said, (with that mother's sigh) "Ok. But you CALL ME if she stops again."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told her sure; not knowing, yet again, what was about to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to Nashville to visit a Tiffany: I was anticipating the visit for a lil while and it was finally time to do so. Called her up to meet her at a gas station then to Wal-Mart (in East Nashville...the neighborhood junt on Galliten (or Galletin) *shurg* however you spell it)...got out my car and walked around with her in Wal-Mart. Came back out, this time KNOWING that my car may not start. She got in her car; I got in mine. Her car started...Jade didn't. I told her to go ahead and head home I'd meet her there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat in Wal-Mart feeling like a complete ass. Of course afraid to call my mommy because I already know what she'd say...I decided to do it anyway. I got an earful (not in a bad yelling way, but more in a "Mother ALWAYS KNOWS Best" kind of way) from her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got a text from Tiff asking if I was cool and that if my car didn't start in 15min, let her know and she'd come back. I was about to be kind of stubborn on that too and not text her back. She came on back to chill with me and we tried to battery again. After about 20-30min Jade still wouldn't start (I still had no idea it was the starter). She headed on back to her house to get ready for her night that she planned with her girls. I appreciate(d) her for coming out; wish our visit was in better circumstances but, GOD had other plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO...now, I'm in east Nashville at a Wal-Mart that's NOT 24hrs with nowhere to go. Called my mommy again (and I'm sighing as I type up every time I called my mommy...cause I know she was right.); heard that earful again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I texted Greg; asked him if he knew a mechanic in Nashville...he called me back with a name and number from our friend DeJuan's mechanic. SO, when I called that number, he was at a family reunion and even sounded like he didn't wanna really help; nor did he seem as though he wanted to be bothered. I could understand...it's Memorial Day Weekend. So, I sat outside for a lil while with my hood open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enter Matt:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A bald-headed white guy, driving a truck wearing this black shirt and some cargo shorts; asking me, "Hey man, you need a boost?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, I let him know; just like the two at Wal-Mart that it wasn't the batter...he stopped anyway to help me out. By the way, he stayed all 8 hours (didn't leave until about 11pm, so you do the math) out there trying to help me out. (More on Matt later).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Enter Greg &amp;amp; DeJuan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Greg, my fellow Meterite, TSU Alum and Frat brother; DeJuan also a fellow Meterite, TSU Alum and all-around Mr. Fix it kind of guy. Matt was still there trying to get my car started. At this time, we found out it was the starter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Greg and DeJuan got there Matt was at a point where he wanted to actually get UNDER my car to reach the starter to get it to spark. His quote was this, "Man, I'm just praying that I can help you out! I know GOD can work things out and I'm praying he can work this out for you." (Matt would NOT LEAVE! but that's a good thing!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Enter Random Guy From Across the Street:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Lookin like the drunken uncle that everyone has...walking fast like he wanted something if he helped. Guess what...when he walked over and said, "Mayne it sta stata. That sall dat is mayne. Just get someone up unda deah and hit it and you gon be on yo way." Now where random guy got there, Matt WAS under my car! Yeah, he got under there! (Exit RGFAS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Enter Two Brothers (I never got their names)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: They came over, one a heavy set guy wearing a white tee and jeans; the other wearing a Titans jersey and some jeans. REAL COOL PEOPLE! White Tee QUICKLY knew what the issue was; got under the car and with a hammer given to us by one of the Wal-Mart employees, started to hit the starter. Jade would show signs of life but wouldn't start all the way up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*side bar* we are STILL on Saturday *end side bar*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone was saying they couldn't actually see the starter, so I got my ass up under there to try to reach it and hit it and get it to start...no good. DeJuan got up under there; Matt got under; White-tee even got under...he also got it to where it would actually spark...No good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember DeJuan's mechanic? I hadn't called him because even DeJuan didn't feel right calling him. So at that time I KNEW GOD had something planned out for my weekend; EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, on the scene at this point: Me, Matt, Greg, DeJuan, Two Brothers and guess who came back...RGFAS!!! It was getting late, and I feel as though I made 4 new brothers of my own at that time. Matt had to leave. I reached out my hand to shake his and he kinda hesitated because it was covered in oil...I grabbed his hand and shook it because he didn't have to do all that he did. But with what he did, I prayed blessings for him and his life because I knew, and so did he (because he said even said this) GOD had him there for a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this time when we've damn near made fireworks from trying to spark Jade, I decided finally I needed a tow company. White tee called up Smith's Towing (On Jefferson St.) and in about 20 minutes, Tony was out there with a flatbed. I had no idea how I'd get Jade back so Greg informed me to ask how much would it be per/day. White-tee also informed me that Smith's actually WORKS on cars as well. So I asked Tony, the questions and he told me that if I get it worked on, then the "car-sitting" charge won't start until after they fix it and I leave it there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;GOD KNOWS WHAT HE IS DOING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I went in to get $65 for the towing cost and Tony gave me a receipt and told me to call Byron the next day to see how much it would be to get a new starter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shook The Two Brother's hands; I shook Tony's hand; I unpacked Jade with all my stuff I needed to spend the next 3 days on Greg's couch. Went back to Greg's house; Jade was gone; I was on the couch and started to talk to GOD; had us a LONG TALK too. Little did I know I was gonna have one of the BEST "own my own" Memorial Day Weekends Ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;There was FOOD ENVOLVED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so that was all on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday came. Got up and Greg asked, you wanna come to Kentucky for a BBQ with Stan and Dee? Uhm...YEAH!!! Before we went I tried to call my apt complex to see if I could get my rent check held until Friday because I had no idea how much the work on my car would be...but I still didn't worry. After Saturday I put myself in JOB mode—Job from the Bible. I couldn't worry. Found out that I couldn't get in touch with Ms. Jill until Tuesday to check on my rent payment. I relaxed and remembered how Job handled his situation...continued to TRUST in GOD! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we left the house; picked up DeJuan and went up to KY and kicked it with Stan, Dee, Ebony, Jamal &amp;amp; Jennifer and their little girl. Ate well; enjoyed the company and hospitality and the talk me, Greg, DeJuan and Stan had. I am the youngest of the group and I gained knowledge and shared some of mine as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I called to see if Byron was at work; said he'd get back to me...didn't until Tuesday. SO, on Monday Greg decided to cook out at his crib. Kicked it! Stan &amp;amp; Dee two of their people came over as well as DeJuan, Marshall and KT. KICKED IT! Food, Xbox, Play station, and more food! Took my mind off of EVERYTHING! Later that day, Greg and I ended up going to Lena's house for another bar-b-que! There I got to see a lot of my frat and sororz uppinare including Jazz, Matt, Eric, HipZ (don't know her real name) and others. KICKED IT!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Got a call from Smith's letting me know that it would be almost $300 to get Jade right. Me, with my not worrying self (still in Job Mode) I said, that's fine. Still hadn't heard from Ms Jill about my rent check yet but again, I KNEW GOD had me taken care of and that HE wouldn't let me down because of my trust and faith in HIM! I just wanted to hold it to make sure I wouldn’t over draft. I had the money to do it. It's just crazy because I turned my rent check in that past TUESADY before I left for Murfreesboro...and it had NOT cleared yet! I left with Greg to go to his job that morning after finding out that my car would be ready by noon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FINALLY got to talk to Ms. Jill and she confirmed that my check had NOT been deposited yet (Can we say "FAVOR BUTTON"!?) And she said she'd hold it until Friday. I thanked Ms Jill!!! All of this going on and I forgot to tell ya'll that my supervisor called me on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday asking me if I was ok and just let me know to take Tuesday off and come back in on Wednesday! (FAVOR BUTTON AGAIN!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I got Jade back; paid the company and thanked everyone at Smith's auto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got in Jade and sat there thanking and praising GOD for ALL THAT HE DID for me that weekend!!! Went back to Greg's house; I didn't leave just yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I played a lil guitar hero then I decided to text Rachael to see if she was busy and if she wasn't if she wanted to go out to dinner with me (something that's been planned for a good lil minute but pushed back because of our career schedules). She texted me back and said cool; so I met up with her at Chili's on West End. We talked; we ate; we caught up; we shared with each other how GREAT GOD is and has been to us; we laughed at the rachetness that we saw in the booth next to us; I listened to her plans; she listened to mine; we just had fun...kickin it enjoying each other's company! It was the PERFECT end to my Weekend in Nashville!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hit the road back to Jackson with Jade in cruise at 70mph the whole way as I thought (and tweeted) about how GOOD GOD IS; and how I appreciate all of the people that I encountered that weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made it through another test. The devil WANTED me; he asked GOD for me; GOD KNEW I wouldn't lose my faith; GOD KNEW I would continue to praise HIM no matter what; GOD KNEW Satan would FAIL...so did I!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;EVERYYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; From me packing too many clothes for Murfreesboro, to my check not being cleared for a whole week; to me stopping in Nashville because if I had made it back to Jackson, I would have been here bored out of my mind for 3 days! I got to kick it with some WONDERFUL PEOPLE!!! And each one of them taught me a lesson!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD KNOWS WHAT GOD IS DOING! Sometimes, although we make decisions and we have free will, GOD makes our plans RIGHT for us! We THINK we know what we're doing and even if we know, GOD is like, "Nah, not right; now not this time, but just trust me, I Got You!" And he did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If, from this you didn't get it...or you got bored reading it, that's on you. I can't force you to read anything. I have to tell of HIS goodness and I'm not ashamed of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To ALL OF YOU that have my back, THANK YOU! I appreciate you! I Love You!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHECK MATE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;(I'm BAAAAAACK!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-5175003861390679755?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/5175003861390679755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=5175003861390679755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/5175003861390679755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/5175003861390679755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2010/06/mind-check-xl-memorial-day-weekend-2010.html' title='MIND CHECK XL: Memorial Day Weekend: 2010'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-229573144512155660</id><published>2009-12-01T15:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:57:45.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MIND CHECK XXXIX: (RED)</title><content type='html'>I update on Twitter a lot so I decided to make it a note on Facebook as well for those of you that don't have Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;) for those born with it, blood transfusion victims, rape victims and the FAITHFUL spouses that get it from low down husbands/wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One said that the statement above was "Ignorant" and to check my facts. The fact is I KNOW it takes one time. The question is, Do you KNOW WHAT you're sleeping with that ONE time? If not then INTELLIGENCE would say "hold up"; IGNORANCE would say, "Whatever".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone recently said this to me: "If the cure is found, pharmaceutical companies would be out of business." Your thoughts? I take it serious because I sure as heaven &amp;amp; hell don't wanna have AIDS. So, don't just tell everyone else to get tested...do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also take it serious because I'm O+ and Any of the positive Blood types can receive O+ and I want to help save a life. Also, none of my (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;) Questions are gender specific. Men "cheat" &amp;amp; "sleep around" just like women so my questions are for both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;) Questions (asked on my Twitter account: &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/BluCanon"&gt;@BluCanon&lt;/a&gt;) to make you think. It ain't my place to judge. Remember we all have a CHOICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;) Question 1) If You've found the one you wanna be with for the rest of your life, would u get offended if they asked u to get tested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;) Question 2) You're with this person you want to marry; they then find out they have AIDS...is marriage STILL in the question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;) Question 3) Would you want to sacrifice YOUR health for the one you say u love? (Although they don't love you cause they slept with someone with AIDS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;) Question 4a-b) I asked it before, "Do you know WHAT you're sleeping with?"; Do you trust that needle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;) Question 5) Other than getting tested, what are you doing to help PREVENT yourSELF from AIDS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;) Question 6) What if your BEST friend told you that they have AIDS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;) Question 7) How would u feel if u think you're about to help SAVE a life by giving blood but THEY tell you, u can't because you have AIDS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;) Question 8) Do you really CARE if you have AIDS or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;) Question 9) If your result is positive, would u be HONEST to tell the next person u finna sleep w/, or lie cause you WANT it THAT bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;) Question 10) Let's say u don't have AIDS but u get some other type of STI/STD; one that blackened ya penis/put bumps in ya vagina? Now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;) Question 11a-b) Ask yourself, "What if I had AIDS?" What if you had AIDS? What would be your first thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;) Question(s): How soon was the H1N1 vaccine created after the spread? Why hasn't an AIDS vaccine been? Just curious. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;) Question 12) What if GOD decided to go ahead and let mosquitoes carry AIDS from person to person? (Think about it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;) Question 13) Will World Aids Day ever become Aids Awareness MONTH? (I feel it needs more than a day or maybe it's just me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;) Question 14) What will be done tomorrow since it's World Aids DAY? Can their be a month? or is it not that crucial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;) Question 15) Why do people care if AIDS was government created? It's still deadly, right? Get Tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;) Question 16) Could you imagine if AIDS was contracted through sneezing? Scary, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;) Question 17) Do you have AIDS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;) Question 18) How many of us will forget about World Aids DAY tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've got...I'm clean, and happy. Ain't gotta worry about myself. But right now, it's not about those of us that don't have it, it's about those of you that do have it but are afraid to get tested...what are you going to do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECKMATE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-229573144512155660?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/229573144512155660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=229573144512155660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/229573144512155660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/229573144512155660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2009/12/mind-check-xxxix-red.html' title='MIND CHECK XXXIX: (RED)'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-7856647131134872594</id><published>2009-10-13T00:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:22:32.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MIND CHECK XXXVIII: Previous Cats</title><content type='html'>My mind started to WORK, therefore, I wanted to WRITE! Music in my ears; MUSIQ speaking to me. I posted a status on Facebook that read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think it's messed up that women have been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;badly&lt;/span&gt; in the past, that when a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD man&lt;/span&gt; decides to express his feelings, she becomes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apprehensive&lt;/span&gt; toward him. She holds back &amp;amp; settles for less than the GOOD man that stands before her WANTING to do right. I quote Musiq: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"'I'm not to blame for the pain that was cause by previous cats.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to break it down in MY terms from MY mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing really personal about this, just thoughts of the Mind of Kenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you get bored, feel me on this one, ok? Thanks. Love ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;(The "I" is general represented for all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Good Guys"&lt;/span&gt; -- and if it's just me, then I'll be that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Previous Cats"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--&gt; "First things first girl, recognize who is with you now..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, why are you holding on to your past? Let it go. You can't hold my hand and the hand of your past all the time. I'm not "him" or "he" or "dude" or your "Y" as my friend put it. (Not "X" but "Y" like, "Why did you even put up with him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--&gt;"Second thing, can't blame me for how you were treated before I came..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I've been there for you this whole time, you can't blame me for at least letting you know that "dude" wasn't right for you. Although you would hear me, you wouldn't listen. Now you're hurt and broken. BUT, my love for you, won't let me close my arms to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--&gt;"See I'm not Steven, Anthony even Leroy or Ivan, Damn girl I've been right there for you since day one so where is all this coming from..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all of those other ones that YOU chose to be with, who was the only consistent one that had your back no matter what? When you say my name, it doesn't even sound like any of the other "dudes". I hate that you hurt so much that you even see ME differently now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--&gt;"I'm not to blame for the pain that was caused by previous cats who had your heart before me..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me now. But you make it seem as though I'm the bad one. I'm not blaming you either, but I'm tired of YOU not understanding where I'm coming from. (Yet you still cease to allow me to at least show you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--&gt;"I'm not to blame for the pain that was caused by previous cats; you gotta see me for me..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ONE person. It's as though I'm transparent to your sight when it comes to you seeing what's real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--&gt;"Now what is with all the questioning about where I've been..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that "dude" has used you and torn you down, now you want to know where I'm going; what I'm up to; but while you were with dude, you never really wanted to hear from me as if I was a figment of your imagination. I wanted to respect you while you were with dude while it was breaking me down inside because you already KNEW how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;--&gt;"And why must you roll your eyes when I say she's just a friend I knew before..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not fair. I didn't keep you locked up. I didn't break you down. I've ALWAYS kept you lifted. But you let him bring you down. She's a friend, that I have known, but never wanted. You said that about "dude" and now, he's one of those previous cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--&gt;"Not like I called you Sabrina Pam or Tenisha, Andrea either girl we go deeper than any other I had before..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know your name. Your name is ______________. Have you EVER heard me call you anything else? Even when you introduce me, it's like you just met me. But I don't complain. I just keep praying for you that one day you open your eyes...but yet, you still haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--&gt;"So tell me why you ignore..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, it would be mean if I dropped the "e" and added "ant" after the "r". Because honestly, that's how you're acting. No knowledge whatsoever. TRUTH HURTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--&gt;"Now, I don't know what those young boys did to make you insecure; but I think you need to let it go..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from what I can see, from the way you're acting now, I can tell that whatever it was, YOU allowed it. Now, it's time to let it all go; hell, even if it's not me you choose, at least for the next guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--&gt;"Don't let your past get all in the way cause what is here today, may not be guaranteed tomorrow..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing in the natural LIFE that is promised, is Death. So, I've done my part by at least trying to let you know how I feel. But you dismiss it as if I don't mean it...but, I stuck with you as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--&gt;"I'm not out of line, just speaking my mind when I say that I put in too much time for another brother's crime."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he's free and you're trying to put me behind bars? He posted bail after stealing your heart; now you're putting ME on trial? You ALLOWED him to control you and now you're trying to do that to me? Sit back and think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, stop being afraid. You complain about how there are no more "GOOD MEN" but when one finally comes by and you notice him, you run and become afraid to let him know you because YOU don't want to hurt HIM. That I will never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CheckMate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SING MUSIQ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8TKtVB_5-kM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8TKtVB_5-kM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-7856647131134872594?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/7856647131134872594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=7856647131134872594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/7856647131134872594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/7856647131134872594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2009/10/mind-check-xxxviii-previous-cats.html' title='MIND CHECK XXXVIII: Previous Cats'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-4653307761501100602</id><published>2009-09-19T03:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T03:32:04.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MIND CHECK XXXVII: (UNTITLED)</title><content type='html'>Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*walks away from chess board*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-4653307761501100602?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/4653307761501100602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=4653307761501100602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/4653307761501100602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/4653307761501100602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2009/09/mind-check-xxxvii-untitled.html' title='MIND CHECK XXXVII: (UNTITLED)'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-1597163047057096</id><published>2009-08-01T10:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T10:32:22.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MIND CHECK XXXVI: That Damn Bird! (Less Facebook Activity)</title><content type='html'>Greetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the Paul of the "Twitterverse" (c) me. I persecuted Twitterers (or Twitterites or whatever we're called) for the longest, but then I realized how vital it can be while I was at my church on Friday, July 31 as Penny Hardaway and Drumma Boy spoke at The Memphis Youth Manifesto [dot com]. So, you can find and follow me on Twitter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.twitter.com/BluCanon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when it comes to Facebook, I've subscribed to a select few friends. I'm taking a longer break. Only status and photo album updates and of course my Blogs import to my notes. Click the link under my profile pic to subscribe to my Facebook Updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Check and Mate*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-1597163047057096?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/1597163047057096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=1597163047057096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/1597163047057096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/1597163047057096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2009/08/mind-check-xxxvi-that-damn-bird-less.html' title='MIND CHECK XXXVI: That Damn Bird! (Less Facebook Activity)'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-6096224146715693792</id><published>2009-07-23T10:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:51:32.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MIND CHECK XXXV: "I HATE NIGGERS...Yes I'm Black"</title><content type='html'>Did the title grab your attention? I try for them to do that so: 1) You'll stop by to read them; 2) to make you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're reading it, tell me what you think...after you've read the full note. I promise that it won't be a long note and I may even include a picture. How about that? Cool? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so...here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I want to dedicate this note to one of the realest women I know. Angelica. (There are other out there but she knows the origin of why I'm writing this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;...on to the body of the note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE NIGGERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does that make you feel? Does it make you cringe when I say it? Does it make you angry? Does it fire you up? Does it make you not want to be my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anymore&lt;/span&gt;? Does it make you wonder, "Oh Lord! What is Kenny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;talkin&lt;/span&gt;' about THIS time?" NOW...imagine if I were white...or "Other". THEN how would it make you feel? I'm talking to all of my Black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;brothas&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sistas&lt;/span&gt;...but ESPECIALLY to those that have a soft spot for the "N-Word"...in other words...NIGGER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as the title states, I HATE NIGGERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;...we, a Black people, are so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt;' sensitive about that word. I say we because I'm Black as well, however, I'm one of the select few that really doesn't care about the word. If it's used on me or whatever. Hell, I don't care if "Others" use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A WORD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that you don't want to be called one, yet you get SO SO SO SO SO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; OFFENDED when you hear an "other" say, "I HATE NIGGERS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that it was a degrading word "back in the day" and that you wish people would stop using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my point is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are offended when someone says "I HATE NIGGERS", that MUST MEAN that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;accept&lt;/span&gt; that you are, in fact, a NIGGER which means you're giving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; control of your emotions...cause you DO GET MAD! Don't lie. *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;SMH&lt;/span&gt;* Your emotions are 1/3 of your SOUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to give someone control of my soul. I am NOT a Nigger, therefore I won't get offended if I hear someone say these words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE NIGGERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK MATE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Please comment!...THANKS!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-6096224146715693792?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/6096224146715693792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=6096224146715693792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/6096224146715693792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/6096224146715693792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2009/07/mind-check-xxxv-i-hate-niggersyes-im.html' title='MIND CHECK XXXV: &quot;I HATE NIGGERS...Yes I&apos;m Black&quot;'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-478631415048301071</id><published>2009-07-01T15:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:09:15.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MIND CHECK XXXIV: DEATH (My Views)</title><content type='html'>*Takes a BIG INHALE of the Air Around Me...Exhales*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!! It's been a hella long time since I've done this (for one due to the fact that I don't have the Internet at the house anymore, but it's all good...I'mma start typing up in Notepad now). I'm sorry I've been away for so long. But anyways...HOW IS EVERYONE??? How about those deaths of Ed, Double F, MJ, and the loud guy on the commercials? Interesting huh? I've NEVER seen Facebook so geeked (in a negative-positive way) about death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've promised that I'd do a lil something on my views of what I think DEATH is, and you know how I do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s.ngm.com/2007/06/arlington-cemetery/img/arlington-cemetery-615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 209px;" src="http://s.ngm.com/2007/06/arlington-cemetery/img/arlington-cemetery-615.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***DISCLAIMER--A LOT OF YOU MAY NOT AGREE WITH ME...BUT THESE ARE MY VIEWS ONLY--YOU MAY HAVE YOUR OWN--I SUGGEST YOU DO "ALT-F4" IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ THIS BECAUSE I GUARANTEE THAT IT WILL HAVE MANY OF YOU O_o 'in AT ME CRAZY!!!--BUT...*eh*--THAT IS ALL***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEATH:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; die&lt;/span&gt;, expire,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; perish&lt;/span&gt;; meet one's death, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meet one's end&lt;/span&gt;; pass away, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be taken&lt;/span&gt;; yield one's breath, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;resign one's breath&lt;/span&gt;; resign one's being, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;resign one's life&lt;/span&gt;; end one's days, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;end one's life&lt;/span&gt;, end one's earthly career; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;breathe one's last&lt;/span&gt;; cease to live, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cease to breathe&lt;/span&gt;; depart this life;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; be no more&lt;/span&gt;; go off, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drop off&lt;/span&gt;, pop off; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lose one's life&lt;/span&gt;, lay down one's life, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;relinquish one's life&lt;/span&gt;, surrender one's life; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drop into the grave&lt;/span&gt;, sink into the grave; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;close one's eyes&lt;/span&gt;; fall dead, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drop dead&lt;/span&gt;, fall down dead, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drop down dead&lt;/span&gt;; break one's neck; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;give up the ghost&lt;/span&gt;, yield up the ghost; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be all over with one&lt;/span&gt;., pay the debt to nature,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; shuffle off this mortal coil&lt;/span&gt;, take one's last sleep; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go the way of all flesh&lt;/span&gt;; hand in one's checks, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pass in one's checks&lt;/span&gt;, hand in one's chips, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pass in one's chips [U.S.]&lt;/span&gt;; join the greater number,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; join the majority&lt;/span&gt;; come to dust, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;turn to dust&lt;/span&gt;; cross the Stygian ferry, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cross the bar&lt;/span&gt;; go to one's long account, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go to one's last home&lt;/span&gt;, go to Davy Jones' locker,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; go to the wall&lt;/span&gt;; receive one's death warrant, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make one's will&lt;/span&gt;, step out,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; die a natural death&lt;/span&gt;, go out like the snuff of a candle; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;come to an untimely end&lt;/span&gt;; catch one's death;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; go off the hooks&lt;/span&gt;, kick the bucket, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;buy the farm&lt;/span&gt;, hop the twig, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;turn up one's toes&lt;/span&gt;; die a violent death &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(be killed)&lt;/span&gt;...etc...etc...yadda yadda... (Some of those GNR!--YES...I Type GNR! LOLz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't believe that past relatives are looking down on us. Grandparents, parents, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, best friends, etc. etc....I base this on verses in the WORD (that you all say you read in your "Favorite Books" part of your profile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Mat&amp;amp;c=26&amp;amp;v=29&amp;amp;t=KJV#29"&gt;Matthew 26:29&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I say unto you, I will not drink henceforth of this fruit of the vine, until that day when I drink it new with you in my Father's kingdom." (KJV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mark my words-I will not drink wine again until the day I drink it new with you in my Father's Kingdom." (NLT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as this verse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=1Th&amp;amp;c=4&amp;amp;v=16&amp;amp;t=KJV#comm/16"&gt;1 Thessalonians 4:16&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first:" (KJV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For the Lord himself will come down from heaven with a commanding shout, with the call of the archangel, and with the trumpet call of God. First, all the Christians who have died will rise from their graves." (NLT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...this may not be your view, but even CHRIST didn't go straight to Heaven. HE didn't ascend until he came back down to earth. HE had to leave the 3rd of the Trinity down on earth...the Holy Spirit.  So...I honestly believe that after Christ died and did what HE did, going straight to Heaven was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you think the term "Rest In Peace" came from? I'm just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"So, Kenny, you mean to tell me that my (relative, friend) isn't' in heaven yet?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first of all, who's to say they're going to Heaven anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eternalhell.net/Choices%20-%20heaven%20or%20hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 218px;" src="http://www.eternalhell.net/Choices%20-%20heaven%20or%20hell.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT???? It's just a question. LOLz. Judgement has to happen first and that's not happening until we're caught up. (My opinion.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not the judge of ANYONE on earth. That's not my place. Nor do I know what truly happens after loved ones take their last breath.  But I DO know that it's coming. Either DEATH or RAPTURE. And those of us that are ready, aren't truly afraid of either. Why should I fear something that I KNOW is coming to me? Which would I want? I don't know. I can't say. Because I don't know WHAT'S going to happen...but I do KNOW it's GOING to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the hell I hear about these crazyass people killin' themselves because they can't "deal" with MJ's death. DAHELLWRONGWITHEM???? I bet not kill myself over someone dying. The ONLY being I'll die FOR is Christ. No bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Ladies and gentlement, I am back...note writing...my mind...my thoughts...my views. Comments welcome! Much Love and May GOD continue to bless you all. (Those that want HIM to...I sure want HIM to bless me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CHECKMATE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh....what do YOU think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-478631415048301071?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/478631415048301071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=478631415048301071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/478631415048301071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/478631415048301071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2009/07/mind-check-xxxiv-death-my-views.html' title='MIND CHECK XXXIV: DEATH (My Views)'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-5780299298730267816</id><published>2009-04-11T11:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:48:30.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MIND CHECK XXXIII: My Addiction</title><content type='html'>It's like an addiction. An addiction&lt;br /&gt;I can't get rid of. An addiction&lt;br /&gt;that comes and when it hits...&lt;br /&gt;it's over--for the rest of the&lt;br /&gt;world. Everything and nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;A vibe to the movement of my own&lt;br /&gt;two feet. Each step that I take&lt;br /&gt;is because of my addiction. I&lt;br /&gt;can't get rid of it. I can't stop&lt;br /&gt;it. I can't help it. There's no&lt;br /&gt;gum to help with my cravings&lt;br /&gt;for it. There's no process or&lt;br /&gt;twelve step program to help me&lt;br /&gt;get over it. It beats my&lt;br /&gt;soul -- it calms me down. It&lt;br /&gt;takes me up. It NEVER brings&lt;br /&gt;me down. It's an addiction.&lt;br /&gt;No one can give me comfort&lt;br /&gt;(except GOD who created my addiction)&lt;br /&gt;but my addiction. I don't want&lt;br /&gt;help for my addiction. I love&lt;br /&gt;my addiction. I need my addiction.&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold on to it. Don't judge me.&lt;br /&gt;My addiction is...MY MUSIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Music=My Silence"&lt;br /&gt;- Mr. Kenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CHECK MATE!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-5780299298730267816?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/5780299298730267816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=5780299298730267816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/5780299298730267816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/5780299298730267816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2009/04/mind-check-xxxiii-my-addiction.html' title='MIND CHECK XXXIII: My Addiction'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-4099627378725066787</id><published>2009-04-10T14:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T14:39:52.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MIND CHECK XXXII: My Music = My Silence</title><content type='html'>Forgive me if I ignore you...&lt;br /&gt;because I've got my music on.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if I don't speak to  you&lt;br /&gt;because I've got my music on.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if I walk past you&lt;br /&gt;because I've got my music on.&lt;br /&gt;I sit in the cut not bothering you&lt;br /&gt;because I've got my music on.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so good--in my own world&lt;br /&gt;because I've got my music on.&lt;br /&gt;There is silence all around me&lt;br /&gt;because I've got my music on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so chill right now...so chill&lt;br /&gt;because I've got my music on.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the corner minding my own&lt;br /&gt;because I've got my music on.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need much (GOD Only)&lt;br /&gt;because I've got my music on.&lt;br /&gt;My mind is free. My mind is free!&lt;br /&gt;because I've got my music on.&lt;br /&gt;I could be in a better place but now I'm straight&lt;br /&gt;because I've got my music on.&lt;br /&gt;So if I walk by you and nothing&lt;br /&gt;is said, don't blame me or hate me&lt;br /&gt;because I've got my music on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Music=My Silence"&lt;br /&gt;- Mr. Kenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CHECK MATE!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-4099627378725066787?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/4099627378725066787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=4099627378725066787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/4099627378725066787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/4099627378725066787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2009/04/mind-check-xxxii-my-music-my-silence.html' title='MIND CHECK XXXII: My Music = My Silence'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-471093652486700427</id><published>2009-02-06T18:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:11:13.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Bet You Didn't Know....(Kenny's 25 Random Things w/ Pics)</title><content type='html'>Ok...so, I know you're like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DANG KENNY! You LATE!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here it is...WITH PHOTOS INCLUDED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 25 Random Things That you Didn't Know (well...some of you may)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thehumphries.org/dance/dance_steps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 280px;" src="http://www.thehumphries.org/dance/dance_steps.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I Count: my steps; the seconds I have the water running; the seconds I'm drinking water out of the water fountain; the number scratches to my head; the number of pops I hear when I pop my knuckles...so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/geography/1/0/v/E/35speedlimit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 211px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/geography/1/0/v/E/35speedlimit.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Out of ALL the shit that pisses me off when it comes to drivers, I don't get mad when someone is driving the speed limit ONLY on a 35mph road. Weird, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://afrobabiesuk.com/Misc%20dolls_files/DSC00009.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://afrobabiesuk.com/Misc%20dolls_files/DSC00009.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I still have a couple of Ninja Turtle &amp;amp; Capitan Planet action figures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://freshome.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/shower-spiral2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 191px;" src="http://freshome.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/shower-spiral2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I can't take baths. I only take showers. I'm too tall to sit in the tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://treat.typepad.com/treat/images/2008/03/12/natural_hair_0001_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 421px;" src="http://treat.typepad.com/treat/images/2008/03/12/natural_hair_0001_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I would perfer a woman with natural hair before a woman with a perm. Yeah...the natural is so fuggin' sexy to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.charlestonoceanracing.org/Portals/0/Perkins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 217px;" src="http://www.charlestonoceanracing.org/Portals/0/Perkins.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Ya'll've heard of Perkins restaurant, right? Well, I have NEVER ordered ANYTHING other than breakfast from there. Dinner food at Perkins??? Uh, yeah...NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.salonsahaira.net/pics/brunette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 316px;" src="http://www.salonsahaira.net/pics/brunette.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I would choose a "9" Brunette over a "10" Blond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.tomshardware.com/us/2007/03/14/10_earphones_under_100_dollars/intro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 303px;" src="http://img.tomshardware.com/us/2007/03/14/10_earphones_under_100_dollars/intro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I HAVE to listen to music while reading. I can't read in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.daylife.com/imageserve/00rWeCN7aX3Vj/610x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 219px;" src="http://cache.daylife.com/imageserve/00rWeCN7aX3Vj/610x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I cheer with the contestants and crowed on Price is Right &amp;amp; Wheel of Fortune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stylemycube.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/cubicle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 175px;" src="http://www.stylemycube.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/cubicle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I can't sit with my back to the main door of any place. It's not a fear; it's just that I have to see and be aware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rdr.zazzle.com/img/imt-prd/isz-m/pd-168878863007501811/tl-i_love_my_mom_mother_s_day_ringer_mug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 325px;" src="http://rdr.zazzle.com/img/imt-prd/isz-m/pd-168878863007501811/tl-i_love_my_mom_mother_s_day_ringer_mug.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) When we arrive at church at the same time, I will stay outside and watch my mom cross the street because if some crazy ass came speeding and hit her...I'm chasing after that car NON stop! There are stop signs at Southern and Highland and at Semmes and Southern. So either way...I'mma get that ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/00/12/99/37/chicago-theatre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 450px;" src="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/00/12/99/37/chicago-theatre.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Something GREAT came out of my trip to Chicago! I found out that me and my brother LeRon are slick the same kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/3586350/2/istockphoto_3586350-negative-traffic-sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/3586350/2/istockphoto_3586350-negative-traffic-sign.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I think of the Negative FIRST before the positive. Why? Well, because  just in case the Negative happens, I won't be shocked about it. (That's what I did with my Chicago incident.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ugandaninsomniac.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/roulette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 199px;" src="http://ugandaninsomniac.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/roulette.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Love Roulette at the Casino! It's my favoirte game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.speechballoon.co.uk/spanish/hola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 219px;" src="http://www.speechballoon.co.uk/spanish/hola.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) I enrolled in Spanish 1001 at TSU JUST BECAUSE I love the sound of the Hispanic/Dominican female voice! (When she calls me "Papi"...OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www-math.cudenver.edu/%7Ewcherowi/clock.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 319px;" src="http://www-math.cudenver.edu/%7Ewcherowi/clock.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) I can wake up at an odd time...but I WON'T get out of the bed unless it's a :00, :15, :30, or :45....(i.e. I can wake up at 5:13am, but I won't get out of the bed until 5:30 and if I roll over and see the clock saying "5:31...I would wait another 14 minutes to get out of bed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.auroraadventyouth.org/Portals/0/Book%20of%20James.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 227px;" src="http://www.auroraadventyouth.org/Portals/0/Book%20of%20James.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) I Love the book of James in the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.active-endpoints.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/number1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://blog.active-endpoints.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/number1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) I REALLY think that I just may be single for a very very long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.50cc-motorcycles.com/x-ray01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 158px;" src="http://www.50cc-motorcycles.com/x-ray01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) I'm not afraid of anything; nor am I scared of anything...but I HATE watching human limbs breaking or bending backwards and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dkimages.com/discover/previews/790/193276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 165px;" src="http://www.dkimages.com/discover/previews/790/193276.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) I LOVE eating bread STRAIGHT from the fridge! Yes...COLD bread is the BUSINESS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content6.flixster.com/photo/92/97/28/9297288_tml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://content6.flixster.com/photo/92/97/28/9297288_tml.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) I have a secret Hollywood crush on Megalyn Echikunwoke. (CGI ALL/NIGHT/WEEKEND/WEEKDAY/LEFT/RIGHT/UP/DOWN.....*wipes sweat*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://americanshelflife.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/cash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://americanshelflife.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/cash.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) I hate carrying cash. I usually don't carry cash at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/cable-tv-ch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/cable-tv-ch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) I can live without cable TV. I've done it for the last 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kkcr.org/images/kkcr-djs/i10map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 205px;" src="http://www.kkcr.org/images/kkcr-djs/i10map.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) I would rather drive across the country (Florida to California) than fly. It's so much easier!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freefoto.com/images/41/13/41_13_69---Red-Traffic-Signal_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 272px;" src="http://www.freefoto.com/images/41/13/41_13_69---Red-Traffic-Signal_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) I will do EVERYTHING ELSE on the road (speed, cut people off, speed up to make the light...etc) BUT run a red light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.....25 Randomz about Kenny!!! I hope you enjoyed! Comments are welcomed! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-471093652486700427?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/471093652486700427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=471093652486700427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/471093652486700427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/471093652486700427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-bet-you-didnt-knowkennys-25-random.html' title='I Bet You Didn&apos;t Know....(Kenny&apos;s 25 Random Things w/ Pics)'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-1966561255024395653</id><published>2008-12-25T12:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T12:12:55.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MIND CHECK XXX: Not Your Typical "Christmas" Note/Blog</title><content type='html'>I had to take step away from my "CHOICES" series to bring you this note/blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORGIVE ME FOR HAVING MY OWN MIND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say that because that's how I feel on today...you know what...this is kind of a "CHOICES" blog, but not quite. Today, is Dec. 25th, 2008. It's a day everyone celebrates Jesus' birthday. But you know what...here's the funny thing. It seems that at 12:00:01AM on Dec. 26th 2008, everyone will go back their old ways. All these songs won't be played anymore. No more "jingle bells" or "Batman Smelling" or "Robins laying eggs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say FORGIVE ME FOR HAVING MY OWN MIND because this morning it seems as though I was FORCED to say "Happy Birthday, Jesus." I woke up, and came into the kitchen to start cooking breakfast when my mom hugged me and said, "Merry Christmas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't respond. I avoided the statement by saying, "You should have come and woke me up so I could cook."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I didn't respond, she said, "Happy Birthday, Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I didn't repeat her on that. She tapped me on my shoulder as I began to look in the fridge for the box of grits. While she did that, she repeated herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Birthday, Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I didn't repeat her. All I said was, "You know I..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cut me off by saying, "All I said was Happy Birthday, Jesus. I don't know when you started acting like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, I wanted to say, "Excuse me? FORGIVE ME FOR HAVING MY OWN MIND!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I remember the verse that reads, "Honor thy Father and thy Mother...", so I held my peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as if she forced me to say it. Did I? No, I didn't say it and honestly, this is the second (or third) year that I know of, I haven't said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORGIVE ME FOR HAVING MY OWN MIND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost as though NOT saying Happy B-Day Jesus is a sin.&lt;br /&gt;It's almost as though NOT saying Merry Christmas is a sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a song saying that was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm glad that it's Christmas time/We Celebrate Jesus Christ./In all that we do./Lord we love you/I'm glad that it's Christmas time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY???? Just on today??? Funny...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really send out the "Merry Christmas" text messages. And I know that if I didn't have unlimited, I would really be pissed! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so...here's the thing. I'm NOT mad; I'm not without JOY to be alive and loved; I'm NOT upset; and I'm NOT set on myself for today. I mean, I don't mind giving. I want to be able to give 365 days a year. Not just on the 25th of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong? Honestly. If I am, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did have a wonderful childhood. I'm still a Happy Person...but no one is going to force me to do anything EXCEPT GOD! (Even though HE gives me the choice do to whatever the heck I want to do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, don't get me wrong, I'm NOT trying to change your minds. I don't want you to change your thoughts on the count of me. I'm not putting anyone that celebrates ONLY today for Christ. Hey, at least you do give Him ONE day. But I'm like...why not the other 364 days. So don't judge me for how I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORGIVE ME FOR HAVING MY OWN MIND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that EVERYONE has a BLESSED day today with family and friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK MATE...Breakfast time (Probably already eating...or ate LOL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-1966561255024395653?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/1966561255024395653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=1966561255024395653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/1966561255024395653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/1966561255024395653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/12/mind-check-xxx-not-your-typical.html' title='MIND CHECK XXX: Not Your Typical &quot;Christmas&quot; Note/Blog'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-7102011441895792798</id><published>2008-12-22T11:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:56:28.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MIND CHECK XXIX: It's YOUR Choice Pt. II -- "MINE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/SU_SQar3JzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ty0EEUK1Ccs/s1600-h/License.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/SU_SQar3JzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ty0EEUK1Ccs/s400/License.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282672067411912498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, that photo ISN'T a joke.&lt;br /&gt;NO, that photo ISN'T Photo shopped.&lt;br /&gt;NO, that photo ISN'T of someone else.&lt;br /&gt;NO, that photo ISN'T of some long lost twin.&lt;br /&gt;NO, that photo ISN'T just a sheet of paper that I created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo above is of me, my Pastor, and my license to preach the Word of God as given by evidence to &lt;a href="http://www.tnobc.org/"&gt;The New Olivet Baptist Church&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW many of you didn't know. And as I've stated in my status message...I don't get caught up in titles. I don't put "Rev" in front of my name--nor "Apostle" or "Overseer" or "Elder" or any of that. But DON'T get me wrong...I am NOT ashamed of my FATHER in HEAVEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic right now...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"CHOICES"&lt;/span&gt;...I've made some; I've regreated them; I've learned from them; I've moved on; and I've re-re-accepted GOD as my number 1 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHOICE&lt;/span&gt; in life. I've come to re-re-realize (No I'm not stuttering) that no matter what happens in my life, GOD is still GOOD; GOD has the FINAL say-so; and that GOD STILL loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/SU_ShRepThI/AAAAAAAAACE/Sk4xRFk9sto/s1600-h/dead_end.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/SU_ShRepThI/AAAAAAAAACE/Sk4xRFk9sto/s400/dead_end.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282672356998336018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've made &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"CHOICES"&lt;/span&gt; that have held me back from my blessing. But here's the thing...my BLESSING is STILL MINE! I made the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"CHOICE"&lt;/span&gt; to take the wrong road...the long road; the so-called 'easy' road. But let me tell you--that so-called 'easy' road isn't a joke. It's full of curves and detours and truly DEAD ends to where you have to turn around. But the GREAT part about it is this: when you turn around, GOD again gives you the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHOICE&lt;/span&gt; to either come back down the road that continues to lead to HIM or detour onto a road that will probably lead you to another DEAD END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You search the Scriptures because you believe they give you eternal life. But the Scriptures point to me! Yet you refuse to come to me so that I can give you this ETERNAL LIFE. Your approval or disapproval means nothing to me, because I know you don't have GOD'S love within you. For I have come to you representing my Father, and you refuse to welcome me, even though you readily accept other who represent only themselves. No wonder you can't believe! For you gladly honor each other, but you don't care about the honor that comes from God alone."&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Jhn&amp;amp;c=5&amp;amp;v=40&amp;amp;t=NLT#39"&gt;John 5:39-44 &lt;/a&gt;NLT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The thief's purpose is to steal and kill and destroy. My purpose is to give LIFE in all its fullness."&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Jhn&amp;amp;c=10&amp;amp;v=10&amp;amp;t=NLT#10"&gt;John 10:10&lt;/a&gt; NLT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be troubled. You trust GOD, now trust in me. There are many rooms in my FATHER'S home and I am going to prepare a place for you. If this were not so, I would tell you plainly. When everything is ready, I will come and get you, so that you will always be with me where I am. And you know where I am going and hot to get there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, we don't know, Lord," Thomas said. "We haven't any idea where you are going, so how can we know the way?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus told him, "I am the WAY, the TRUTH, and the LIFE. No one can come to the Father except through me."&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Jhn&amp;amp;c=14&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;t=NLT#1"&gt;John 14:1-6&lt;/a&gt; NLT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes ladies and gentlemen--GOD doesn't want us to CHOOSE the road that leads to a DEAD END! HE wants us to have LIFE and the only way to have LIFE (and a good one) is to go down the road THROUGH CHRIST. NOW...let me tell you...it's going to be tough because of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHOICES&lt;/span&gt; you make. The number ONE choice is CHRIST and LIFE with HIM but through all of that the people that you THOUGHT were closest to you will be the ones that turn their backs on you; they'll be the ones that will have your back when it's time to do wrong but once you say, "I can't do this, it's not right." They'll think you're crazy. YOU have to then make the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHOICE&lt;/span&gt; to either go along with your friend of whomever...OR...make the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHOICE&lt;/span&gt; to risk losing them FOR CHRIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD blessed those who are persecuted because they LIVE for GOD, for the Kingdom of Heaven is theirs. GOD blesses you when you are mocked and persecuted and lied about because you are [Jesus'] followers. Be happy about it! Be VERY glad! For a great reward awaits you in heaven...&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Mat&amp;amp;c=5&amp;amp;v=10&amp;amp;t=NLT#10"&gt;Mat 5:10-12&lt;/a&gt; NLT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHOICE&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHOICES&lt;/span&gt; that made me wonder if GOD truly called me to BE a preacher. But I know that if HE hasn't failed me yet; I know that since HE is STILL blessing me; I know that since HE has kept HIS promise that HE told me when I accepted my call...then I know that my calling is TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHOICES&lt;/span&gt; that may have had people question me and my TRUE love for GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHOICES&lt;/span&gt; that have hindered me from receiving my blessings at a earlier time but I know that I'm still going to receive them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHOICES&lt;/span&gt; that made me HAVE to break down and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHOICES&lt;/span&gt; that I'm NOT proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But TODAY...I'm making the ultimate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHOICE&lt;/span&gt; to live my life the way GOD intended me to live. I'm STILL human and I STILL make mistakes but if there is a choice to say "YES I WILL" or "NO I WON'T" I'll choose the RIGHT one. If that means I lose people in my life...I'll remember Mat 5:10-12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not living for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm NOT "Church Folk". I don't believe I'm HIGHER than you; I don't believe I'm closer to GOD than any other person. I just CHOOSE to be close to HIM. YOU can choose it too. I STILL have fun. I STILL trip with my friends. I STILL drA(lcohol)nk. I STILL listen to music (Gospel is NOT the ONLY thing on my play list)...but those choices that I KNOW are wrong (and many of you know the choices I'm talking about) I won't be able to bring it into 2009...shoot...I won't be able to bring it in to TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not judging ANY of you...that is NOT my place. I look at self FIRST and you should too. Don't judge ME for my actions in the past; don't blame my actions on anyone but me, but don't judge me...it's not YOUR place here on earth. I am still the same Kenny you know and love--I'm just going to be a BETTER Kenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW...I leave you with two Choices...one is greater than the other and NEITHER will you have to tell me unless you want to...but I'm not forcing you to do. I just ask for your honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is: Do you CHOOSE to look at me in a different light now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd is: Will you CHOOSE "The Way, The Truth, and The Life"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECKMATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. More on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"CHOICES"&lt;/span&gt; coming soon; if you have any questions that are personal...leave a comment but also send me a message. Don't let your mind wonder about me...I'll give it to you 100%)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-7102011441895792798?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/7102011441895792798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=7102011441895792798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/7102011441895792798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/7102011441895792798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/12/mind-check-xxix-its-your-choice-pt-ii.html' title='MIND CHECK XXIX: It&apos;s YOUR Choice Pt. II -- &quot;MINE&quot;'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/SU_SQar3JzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ty0EEUK1Ccs/s72-c/License.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-2178466791346108202</id><published>2008-12-21T21:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:15:35.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MIND CHECK XXVIII: It's YOUR Choice!</title><content type='html'>Did you know that if &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD WANTED&lt;/span&gt; to control us, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD COULD&lt;/span&gt; control us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; gave us free will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; gave you and I the power to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHOOSE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a short note/blog but just take the time out to think about what I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on this topic later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK MATE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-2178466791346108202?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/2178466791346108202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=2178466791346108202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/2178466791346108202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/2178466791346108202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/12/mind-check-xxviii-its-your-choice.html' title='MIND CHECK XXVIII: It&apos;s YOUR Choice!'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-5923265920588742371</id><published>2008-12-21T01:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T01:29:11.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MIND CHECK XXVII: A Music Game</title><content type='html'>Yeah...just thought I'd have a little fun with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 10 friends who might enjoy doing the game as well as the person you got the game from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;A Few Reasons -- Dwele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;Boogie Man -- Andre 3000 Verses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;We Ain't - The Game ft. Eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;I'm In Love - Ginuwine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;Leave Well Enough Alone -- Dee Harvey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;Karma -- Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Candy Rain -- Soul 4 Real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Your Steps Are Ordered -- Fred Hammond &amp;amp; Radical for Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT IS 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;Can You Believe -- Robin Thicke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Can't No Man -- Tamia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Everytime We Say Goodbye -- Brina McKnight (*side bar* THIS IS SO TRUE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Spread My Wings -- Troop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;Stolen Moments -- Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Put That Woman First -- Jaheim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Slow Jam -- Monica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;Damn Girl -- Justin Timberlake ft. will.i.am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;Your Letter -- 112&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;You and Me -- Musiq Soulchild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;I Tried -- Anthony Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Heaven -- Tweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;Why Do You Cry -- Matt Pokora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;Summer Love -- Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;Dwell -- Fred Hammond (*sidebar* for me it's Dwelling in the past--not in the shelter of the Most High)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;Fanfare -- Black Violin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Good Guy -- Boyz II Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;Please Don't Pass Me By -- Fred Hammond &amp;amp; Radical for Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;The Way -- 112&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;Whenever, Wherever, Whatever -- Maxwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;It's Me Again (Intro) -- Tweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;Why Did You Go (Interlude) -- Ginuwine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECKMATE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-5923265920588742371?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/5923265920588742371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=5923265920588742371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/5923265920588742371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/5923265920588742371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/12/mind-check-xxvii-music-game.html' title='MIND CHECK XXVII: A Music Game'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-4980478381838837271</id><published>2008-12-18T14:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:57:22.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MIND CHECK XXVI: SPEECHLESS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/SUq46RyQvZI/AAAAAAAAABs/T3PnGw5JTLg/s1600-h/Thoughts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/SUq46RyQvZI/AAAAAAAAABs/T3PnGw5JTLg/s400/Thoughts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281236824391466386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so MUCH on my mind...but I can't put it in to words right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, my thoughts aren't blank they're just moving so fast and there are so many that you can't see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for bothering ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECKMATE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-4980478381838837271?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/4980478381838837271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=4980478381838837271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/4980478381838837271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/4980478381838837271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/12/mind-check-xxvi-speechless.html' title='MIND CHECK XXVI: SPEECHLESS!'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/SUq46RyQvZI/AAAAAAAAABs/T3PnGw5JTLg/s72-c/Thoughts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-6975893849943538851</id><published>2008-12-15T16:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:26:19.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MIND CHECK XXV: SHIT THAT PISSES ME THE FUCK OFF: DRIVERS EDITION!</title><content type='html'>In 2.5 years Jade has taken me through seven states (2 more before the year is up); and over 35,000+ miles. I can make it from Memphis to New Orleans; Memphis to Augusta, GA; Nashville to Blooming, IN; Memphis to Knoxville; and Memphis to Nashville and back to Memphis--EACH trip on ONE tank of gas. Many of you know that I'd rather drive before I take a plane--not that I'm afraid to fly, it's just that it's too much of a hassle when flying. Plus, when I drive, I don't have to worry about checkin' luggage, someone breathing hard next to me on an airplane, I can put the car in cruise control, I can pull over whenever I want to...etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being on the road and being an experienced driver for 7 years now, I've seen a LOT of B.S. on the road from drivers to pedestrians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I'm dedicating this "S.T.P.M.T.F.O." to the raod and all those drivers that DON'T need to be on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I have a lead foot and I drive fast...but I (Capital letter "I" with emphasis) can drive! I have a mantra that I recite to all of my passengers: "I don't want to die either." I don't move my car until EVERYONE has their seat belt on and if one doesn't, I pull over and stop the car until they do because I do forget to check sometimes. I am extremely safe when it comes to driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...here's my list in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) SLOW DRIVERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, many of you already know that because of the previous notes on "S.T.P.M.T.F.O." I can't stand a slow driver! My grandmother is 75 years young; she drives a Purple Pontiac Grand AM--if SHE can hit 60 on a 40; or 70 on the highway, and YO ASS is only doing the minimum--or SHE can pass YOU when there's NO ONE in front of YOU...then YO ASS is SLOW!!! Yes...I said it...get mad if you want to! You're S-L-O-W! SPEED UP MY NIGGA!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn29/jnapruitt_photos/rightturn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 170px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn29/jnapruitt_photos/rightturn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) RIGHT TURNS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here's my deal on Right Turns. ONLY and I repeat...ONLY IF the light is red or there is a stop sign is when you should come to a complete stop before making a right turn. My mom got a ticket for not stopping all the way, so I learned from that--but IF the light is green or IF you're turning into a shopping center or driveway to a business etc or IF the light is RED and there are NO CARS coming and there is NO SIGN that says "NO TURN ON RED", then do me a favor...TURN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11 The fuggin' driveway is THIS FUGGIN BIG...W.I.T.H. (Why In The Hell) are you turning THIS GOT DAMN SLOW? IF THE LIGHT IS RED AND THERE ARE NO CARS OR NO SIGN...TURN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) BLINKERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can slick add this to the rigth turn one. LOOK DAMNIT--if you're in front of me and YOU turn your blinker on to tell me that the SLOW ASS person in front of YOU is making a right turn....WHAT IN THE HELL FOR!?????!!!!?!?!?! Nigga YOU ain't turning, so WHY do you have YOUR blinker on? Me on the other hand, I don't use blinkers (sometimes). If I need to get over, I am going to make sure I pull up WAY ahead of you. I'll use my blinker if I HAVE to get over real quick, but I don't leave it on for a long time. The sound irritates me. Also...I honestly don't see the point of turning one on in a "Left Turn Only" lane...DUH...I'm TURNING LEFT!!!!!!11 Which leads me to number 4...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://humanities.byu.edu/elc/Teacher/sectionfour/signs/LeftTurn.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 71px; height: 71px;" src="http://humanities.byu.edu/elc/Teacher/sectionfour/signs/LeftTurn.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) LEFT TURNS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* You know what I hate!? Here's what I hate. I HATE it when people DON'T pull up in the intersection when the light is green for a left turn. That happens to me ALL THE TIME! The light is green and they either sit behind the line OR they wait until the light turns between Yellow and Red so THEY can turn and I miss it! I'm like...COME ON!!!!!11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) HIGH BEAMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is number four on "S.T.P.M.T.F.O., Too" I don't see the point. If you're behind someone, TURN THEM OFF! If I'm going the opposite way of you, be a courteous driver and turn them off when you see my lights. I do the same for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) PEDESTRIANS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all of them...but some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGGA YOU SEE ME COMIN! GETCHO ASS 'CROSS THE DAMN STREET!!! THIS AIN'T NO CROSSWALK! IF'IN I HIT YO ASS, I WILL STOP BUT THE SHIT AIN'T GO BE MY FAULT CAUSE I DIDN'T SEE YO ASS AND YOU SHOULDN'A BEEN CROSSING THE STREET RIGHT THERE ANYWAY! AND IF YOU JUST NEEDED TO, YOU SHOULD HAVE WAITED OR RANT YO ASS ACROSS FASTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) PEOPLE THAT TRY TO RACE ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY????? Look bruh, I got a 1997 Ford Taurus that reaches a max speed of 110mph with 110,000+ miles on it::you have a 07 Mazda 6...that can prolly reach 0-60 in the blink of an eye or someshit like that. What I look like trying to race yo ass! Nigga don't rev up next to me! I could give two shits if you wanna race me. Plus, more than likely, you'll have a car slowing down in front of you anyway and I'll be happily on my merry way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) TRUCKS IN THE LEFT LANE/TRUCKS DRIVING SIDE BY SIDE ON A TWO LANE HIGHWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more? I don't want to because I'll make myself mad just thinking about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bigdaddydata.com/images/lic_plates/ms_license_plate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 149px;" src="http://bigdaddydata.com/images/lic_plates/ms_license_plate.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) MISSISSIPPI DRIVERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I said it! (Vickie, you already know! LOL!) Me and the SIP drivers just don't work well together on the street. I'm 5 minutes away from the the state, but those people just can't drive! REALLY!!!! I don't HATE the people, I just hate their driving! I MEAN DAMN!!!!11 REALLY!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) RUBBER NECKERS/ALL FOUR LANE BLOCKERS (Slow drivers in all four lanes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate it when you're driving, right, and you end up in a WHOLE lot of traffic? You begin thinking to yourself, "Man, I hope whatever happened up there no one got hurt" and stuff like that, right. THEN you finally get into the clear of traffic and AIN'T SHIT HAPPEN!!!! You be like, "W.I.T.F. ARE YOU SERIOUS!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) UN-NECESSARY BRAKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clears throat again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGGAAIN'TNOBODYINFRONTOFYOUSOWHYINTHEHELLAREYOUBREAKING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) INEXPERIENCED CELL PHONE USERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, if you KNOW you can't chew gum and walk; rub your stomach and pat your head AND switch it up without stopping and without warning...then DON'T TEXT or TALK ON THE CELL PHONE WHILE YOU'RE DRIVING!!! For the talkers...get you a Blue tooth or Hands free system! For the Texters....GET THE THUMB GAME IN CHECK AND LEARN YOUR GOTDAMN t9! Yeah, I know "IF" and "HE" are the same numerical code on the phone--what does that mean? IT MEANS LEARN YOUR PHONE!!!! Cause if you going slow because you're trying to send the chick you cheatin on ya girl/dude with a text telling her/him that you wanna fuck cause you lonely and shit...then nigga/ette...I question HOW you even have rhythm TO have sex and not accidentally call out your main chicks/dudes name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now...happy driving! BE SAFE OUT THERE! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vroom Vroom! CHECKMATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I need a new chessboard)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-6975893849943538851?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/6975893849943538851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=6975893849943538851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/6975893849943538851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/6975893849943538851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/12/mind-check-xxv-shit-that-pisses-me-fuck.html' title='MIND CHECK XXV: SHIT THAT PISSES ME THE FUCK OFF: DRIVERS EDITION!'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-7862039276131247845</id><published>2008-12-06T05:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T05:12:53.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MIND CHECK XXIV: SHIT THAT PISSES ME THE FUCK OFF, TOO!</title><content type='html'>"Fuck it" or "Just chill"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW it seems as though I am realizing that they both can be equal to one another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck it Kenny...just chill...don't worry about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I'm sitting at my kitchen table. The same kitchen table that I ate my Quay-Sa-Dillas at. And I know it's early (or late--depending on how you take it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd list of "SHIT THAT PISSES ME THE FUCK OFF!!!"&lt;br /&gt;(Don't judge me! And if you mad...ask yourself first..."Is that me?")&lt;br /&gt;*Disclaimer* This is ALL in general! We all have issues. I'm not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Idle Time/Silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I need NOISE period. Shoot, I can't even read a book without listening to music. The ONLY thing I can do in silence is ride in my car--but the wind from outside keeps my ears busy. And the only idle time I want is when I'm sleep.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But, W.S.W.W.D.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Impatient people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(LOOK NAH! YOU SHOULD HAVE EXPECTED THE LONG LINE!!! STFU AND DEAL WITH IT or GTF OUT OF LINE &amp;amp; STOP COMPLAINING!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Questions like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenny, do you know John Smith? He's a Sigma from Idaho."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Me and my girlfriend BOTH hate this! I mean seriously...do I HAVE to know EVERY Sigma in the world? Shidd...I honestly may not even LIKE every Sigma in the world. Problem?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) High Beams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ARE YOU TRYING TO BLIND ME? Turn dem shits off! I'm in a car and you're in an SUV or BIGASS TRUCK...seriously...??????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Muthaphuckas On Jade's Ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(KEEP YOUR DISTANCE cause if you hit her because of YOUR ignance...(you fill in the blank)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Steve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ever since he came into my life I've not liked him! He doesn't care about anything or anyone! I HATE YOU STEVE! and if you don't know who Steve is, don't sweat it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Church Folk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Self explanatory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Friend Request from Random Asses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I've still got 70+ pending request! Just so you'll know...people from my old profile, SororZ, Frat, and other random asses! I DON'T KNOW YOU! And you can tell'm I said it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least...the number one thing that PISSES ME OFF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) PEOPLE THAT CAN'T ACCEPT THE FUCKING TRUTH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My main example...SANTA IS NOT REAL!!! STOP LYING TO THE KIDS!!!! Mine sure as hell won't believe in a fat white dude that come down a slim ass chimney to leave toys. Ladies and gentlemen...I LOVE the TRUTH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Deep breath and calm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just 9 new random ones for right now...more will come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK MATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gets up and walks out of the room*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh and just in case you didn't read Part I, check it out--&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/notes.php?id=1467896018&amp;amp;start=10#/note.php?note_id=35541059121"&gt;MIND CHECK XII: SHIT THAT PISSES ME THE FUCK OFF!&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/notes.php?id=1467896018&amp;amp;start=10#/note.php?note_id=35541059121"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-7862039276131247845?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/7862039276131247845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=7862039276131247845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/7862039276131247845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/7862039276131247845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/12/mind-check-xxiv-shit-that-pisses-me.html' title='MIND CHECK XXIV: SHIT THAT PISSES ME THE FUCK OFF, TOO!'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-5035036673001216582</id><published>2008-11-15T18:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T18:57:05.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MIND CHECK XXIII: On Repeat</title><content type='html'>Right now...at this point...I'm feeling this song. It's on repeat on my phone right now.  Call me boring or whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dance and sing&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in between heaven and hell&lt;br /&gt;Gabrielle, that was her name&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was smiling&lt;br /&gt;Even through their tears, under a spell&lt;br /&gt;But in Gabby’s eyes, nothing&lt;br /&gt;I ask, do you not like the music&lt;br /&gt;She says it’s alright&lt;br /&gt;But she dances to her own sad tune&lt;br /&gt;She says…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me away from here&lt;br /&gt;Take me somewhere where love is like breathing&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care where we go&lt;br /&gt;Long as I’m there with you, baby&lt;br /&gt;Long as I’m there with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell she’s been through pain I could only dream&lt;br /&gt;Nightmares that live where you live&lt;br /&gt;Tears well in her eyes, but she wouldn’t let them fall&lt;br /&gt;I’d give the world to know where her smile is&lt;br /&gt;I ask will you dance with me now&lt;br /&gt;Let me try to figure out&lt;br /&gt;The fastest rout out of town&lt;br /&gt;And she said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me away from here&lt;br /&gt;Take me somewhere where love is like breathing&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care where we go&lt;br /&gt;Long as I’m there with you, baby&lt;br /&gt;Long as I’m there with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I got a full tank of gas girl&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere, you wanna go girl&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is ask girl&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me away from here&lt;br /&gt;Take me somewhere where love is like breathing&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care where we go&lt;br /&gt;Long as I’m there with you, baby&lt;br /&gt;Long as I’m there with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check Mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("Air and Nails" Not many know what that means...something I keep to myself)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-5035036673001216582?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/5035036673001216582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=5035036673001216582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/5035036673001216582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/5035036673001216582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/11/mind-check-xxiii-on-repeat.html' title='MIND CHECK XXIII: On Repeat'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-6216550468846653832</id><published>2008-11-07T16:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:36:05.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Check XXII: Hurt Feelings/Liars</title><content type='html'>It's so funny how this world works and how people have all these "un-written" rules about certain things in life. My question to that is: "WHAT THE HELL!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one I want to talk about is this: HURT FEELINGS/LIARS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen; I've mentioned to many of you on Facebook (via Inbox, Status message, etc.) that I will tell you the truth and keep it 100% with you. I've been doing it for some time now and I must say, that it's an interesting thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole thing is this: Why ask me if you don't want to know the truth OR at least have me honest opinion. I've learned from my past to NOT sugar coat anything. If you ask me something and I respond either with a truthful response or if I respond with another question...PLEASE don't get mad at me for it. I'm just trying to understand, ya dig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never intend on hurting your sweet lil precious feelings. HOWEVER, I would rather NOT lie to you. If you have relationship problems, don't tell me that you have advice for me with relationships. If you're going through something in your life (i.e. friendship, relationship, or just life in general) don't expect me to tell you what you WANT to hear but expect to hear an honest opinion; a non-second guessed thought from my mind to your ears. I'm giving you fair warning about this now. I have no reason to lead you down the wrong path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've heard it all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Kenny, that's mean."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Kenny you're mean for telling him/her that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I don't want to hurt their feelings."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I don't think they want to hear the truth right now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What if..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole thing with that is this...DON'T ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, tell me...would you rather have a friend keep it 100 with you even if what your friend tells you cuts you deep. Well, let me tell you, an HONEST cut will heal. A lie won't. A dishonest response or anything when it comes to lying won't heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole thing with liars...I don't fuck wit'm anymore. Especially when I find out. I've been through that fire and came out immune to it. I don't take lies anymore like I use to. And because I don't take them, I expect you not to lie to me either. I will respect you more; I will befriend you more; I will be a lot cooler with you and talk to you more if you just keep it real with me. Shidd...if I'm ugly, let me know! It's your opinion. If you think I'm a lil cocky...TELL ME! Don't tell your friend. Don't tell a third party. I'M HERE! HOLLA AT ME? Oh wait...I know...you're afraid that what I may tell you will hurt your feelings....Yeah...moving on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my thing. I had it as a stauts on FB (damn, my "F" key is fuggin' up--ok back to what I was saying) asking: "Why do people lie?" I got a couple of responses, but I'm just curious. Why do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again...I'm here for you if you need me, just don't expect the weak responses that you're use to. Don't expect me to sugar coat ANYTHING with you. Holla at me, OK? Yeahp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK MATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*looks up to sky; thinks to self: --&gt;"hmmmm...maybe that's why I was single." &lt;-- :shrugs shoulders*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-6216550468846653832?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/6216550468846653832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=6216550468846653832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/6216550468846653832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/6216550468846653832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/11/mind-check-xxii-hurt-feelingsliars.html' title='Mind Check XXII: Hurt Feelings/Liars'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-8706814598991491294</id><published>2008-10-23T12:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:24:35.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Check XXI: 10-22-08</title><content type='html'>As anticipated, my birthday note. I had to wait until the day after to type it so all the stuff I wanted to say could soak in. So...here goes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, as many of you know, I created a new profile on Facebook because they f'd up my first account; they temporarily turned it off for no reason. But--no big...it was probably one of the greatest things to happen to me here on Facebook. I went from 2000+ friends to the 274 friends that I have on here at this moment! The 274 friends that can actually read this. Funny ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess how many friend requests I have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CHECK*&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Ya'll remember that episode of Fresh Prince where the girl was trying to beat up Ashley? It was Season II, the 2nd episode. Will kinda backed the girl up on the locker (and she looked as if she "wanted it" but that's another story) and he asked her how much money she would take to leave Ashley alone and she was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FIFTY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that??? LOL! I just thought of it...but anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've got fifty friend requests. Now, there IS a reason that I haven't accepted them. My first profile is open, and I've changed my status a couple of times on it...ok, maybe MORE than a couple. And the current status reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth says, "it's like this...I won't be coming back to this profile until AFTER Wednesday! So if you want to add me on my other profile! Type "Kenneth SoCo Cummings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, many of the friend request came on 10-22-08, my birthday. SOOOOOOOOOO...I'm wondering...is there a reason for that? Could it be that people just didn't know? Or people thought I was going to look for them? I mean, I can't join the TSU network because I can't confirm my TSU email because I don't have it anymore; and some people have private accounts, which I TRULY don't understand. My profile is public to the point where people can search me on google. I have nothing to hide here on Facebook. I made my other one private because IF people WANTED to add me on this one, they wouldn't be confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna do a test by taking my b-day off of public view so that it wouldn't show up...but a friend of mine told me to just leave it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I may have some mad people that may read this note later on...but as a couple of my friends in the "FAP" and "FGS 4.0" group...I honestly don't care. Is that wrong? To not care what people think of you? I mean the good thoughts are great...but the negative ones...I could give damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to all of you that wished me a happy birthday on my birthday, I appreciate it! Those of you that hit me up with a belated b-day you get EQUALLY as much appreciation as the ones that hit me up on my b-day! AND to those that didn't wish me a Happy Birthday, I am NOT mad or upset at you! YOU get appreciation just because you're on my friends list! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I returned thanks to ALL of you that hit up my wall or sent me a message or a text or called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story...if it's a moral...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying, ya know...there are MANY ways to see WHO your real friends are. I'm not saying that the people that aren't on my friends list AREN'T my friends. I'm not a petty person or a lil brat that wants to know WHO cares about my birthday...please don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...........should I accept them or not? LOL! I will...later maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK MATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M A GROWN ASS MAN! DEAL WITH IT! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*As I clear the board, I say: "If you're added post b-day/post this note and you read it and get upset at me...please...please...leave it in my honesty box so I won't have to know who you are, I'll reply to you there. (What a way to get people to actually say stuff to me publicly! LOL!) Because I AM NOT MAD AT YOU!!! Please believe me. If you don't...well...that's on you!"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...for my b-day, I didn't do much. Just chilled, relaxed and worked on some XHTML--you know...the codes to build a website. Yeah, I'm updating and adding to my junt! I've learned some new codes and can't wait to have it up! No, no parties, didn't go out...I went to church though. LOL! No b-day cake. But my b-day WASN'T boring! Life is never boring...take it from me! I enjoy every second--I don't have time to complain! Neither should you... *SMILE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU GUYS/GALS! (ALL of ya!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/SQCzJTftOeI/AAAAAAAAABU/DZueYOZDiUU/s1600-h/birthday_candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/SQCzJTftOeI/AAAAAAAAABU/DZueYOZDiUU/s320/birthday_candles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260401337202194914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-8706814598991491294?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/8706814598991491294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=8706814598991491294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/8706814598991491294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/8706814598991491294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/10/mind-check-xxi-10-22-08.html' title='Mind Check XXI: 10-22-08'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/SQCzJTftOeI/AAAAAAAAABU/DZueYOZDiUU/s72-c/birthday_candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-1934539509515551993</id><published>2008-10-03T23:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:55:21.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Check XX: Right Now...</title><content type='html'>...you just never know what's going on in a man's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, if you don't see your photo on the side there, that means I didn't tag you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! Isn't that something! No one is on the side! And yes, there is a reason that I care not to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no intention in tagging anyone because I feel that if you truly want to read it, you will; and if you truly want to comment, you will...and ___________, you will; and __________________, you will...etc. etc. Fill in the blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was washing dishes just before I started to type this up and as I stood over the sink, I let the hot water run for a good 5-7 minutes which is a very very long time if you're doing nothing but letting the water run. As I stood over the dishes, my mind began to think of some of the craziest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of changing my Facebook status to "Kenneth wants to know if anyone knows where I can find a junk yard and a sledge hammer, holla at me, thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have the urge: to beat something, hit something, destroy something, break something, speed, punch something, scream at the top of my lungs, put a hole in a wall, flip a car over, punch my computer screen,--at the time of standing over the sink I though of breaking one of the dinner plates in half--, throw the television across the room, rip a phone book in half, throw my cell phone to the other side of the house, push something off of a tall building, pull a storm door off its hinges, punch my couch, kick the windows of my car, break the computer desk, kick the refrigerator, cuss someone out, shoot a gun at a target, take a bat and swing it at priceless artifacts that cannot be replaced, take a bulldozer at full speed into a row of the newest model cars, take a sledge hammer to a nice set of 24" rims on a nice car, throw a chair across the room, run around outside yelling for no apparent reason, rip all of my clothes out of my closet and set them on fire, take a wad of money--$700 billion to be exact--build it into a pyramid and set it on fire, stand in a room full of glass and smash everything in sight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the urge to not look at the man in the mirror anymore by punching the mirror with full force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...then JUST MAYBE...I'll feel a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Place chess pieces in the box; folds up chess board and puts it in the box as well; closes box; stands up; turns off light--walks away...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-1934539509515551993?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/1934539509515551993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=1934539509515551993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/1934539509515551993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/1934539509515551993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/10/mind-check-xx-right-now.html' title='Mind Check XX: Right Now...'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-8597991804394922479</id><published>2008-10-01T23:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:41:26.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Check XIX : NIGGERS!!! (Yeah--you read it right!)</title><content type='html'>*Sits at kitchen table--knowing I may get flack from this--I sip a cold glass of water--take a deep breath--aaaaaaaaaaannnnnndddddd......*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA, NIGGA....*deep breath*...NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER...*water sip--deep breath*...NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER, NIGGA, NIGGER...NIG---GAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got your attention??? Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO--I could give two shits if you are! LOL! You can always NOT read it! But your curiosity has you thinking now! *muhahahahahaaaaaaaa*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already know...I know...so, let me ask myself the question before you do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, if a white person called you that, you wouldn't get mad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to know my honest answer???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOPE! I wouldn't get mad. But you know, Black people are the ONLY people that get mad at this word. Black people get mad when Black people use the word. Black people get mad when white people use the word...hell...Black people are the only people I know that actually tried to "Bury" this word. Nice try NAACP! Oh...and by the way, "Colored" is a synonym for "Black" which is the origin of the word "Nigger"--I'm just sayin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GHOST of NIGGA has returned! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to Dictionary.com today and typed in the word "Nigga"...can you believe what the definition said???? Ok...check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com"&gt;Dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nigga: noun (ethnic slur) extremely offensive name for a Black person; "only a Black can call another Black a nigga" [syn: nigger]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Ain't THAT some bullshit?!!?!?!! I'm guessin' the person that thought of this is the same person that made "Fuck", "Bitch", "Pussy", "Damn", "Hoe" and all those other words &lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/home.php#/note.php?note_id=35542724121&amp;amp;id=1467896018&amp;amp;index=2"&gt;"Bad Words"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...so then...I decided to click the link "Nigger" and here's what it said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGGER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Slang: Extremely Disparaging and Offensive.&lt;br /&gt;a.) a black person.&lt;br /&gt;b.) a member of any dark-skinned people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Slang: Extremely Disparaging and Offensive. a person of ANY RACE or origin regarded as contemptible, inferior, ignorant, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. a victim of prejudice similar to that suffered by blacks; a person who is economically, politically, or socially disenfranchised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Origin: 1640–50; &lt; F nègre &lt; Sp negro black]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU OFFENDED BY IT...STOP ANSWERING TO IT! PLAN AND DAMN SIMPLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Right?--that's a rhetorical question--don't answer it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...I forgot to copy something...and THIS YOU MUST READ!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"—Usage note The term nigger is now probably the most offensive word in English. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(*BULLSHIT!!! We use it..."a" or "er" it's all the same...ok...my bad--keep reading*)&lt;/span&gt; Its degree of offensiveness has increased markedly in recent years, although it has been used in a derogatory manner since at least the Revolutionary War. Definitions 1a, 1b, and 2 represent meanings that are deeply disparaging and are used when the speaker deliberately wishes to cause great offense. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(*Cause great offense???--if a nigga of this generation gets offended--nigga please! Defend ya NUTS and keep it moving and recognize that we ain't in the old days anymore! If a 6-letter word offends you...*SMH*--ok...I'm done interupting...LOL*)&lt;/span&gt; Definition 1a, however, is sometimes used among African-Americans in a neutral or familiar way. Definition 3 is not normally considered disparaging—as in “The Irish are the niggers of Europe” from Roddy Doyle's The Commitments—but the other uses are considered contemptuous and hostile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're asking me now, what is the point of this note...well, first off...Facebook BET NOT kick me off for this one; and nan-nigga bet not report me...Ok...so I wrote this note because, for one, I'm random as hell; two, I just don't give two hells sometimes; three, my mind is always wan- &amp;amp; wondering; four, well...because I'm tired of people crying about this damn word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have a question for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF someone called you "NIGG-A or -ER" would you get mad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF someone white called you "NIGG-A or -ER" would you get mad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my answer...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes Black people get on my nerves."&lt;br /&gt;-Kenneth Cummings&lt;br /&gt;(That's me, if you didn't know. You mad? LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...for your entertainment, check out this rap...OFF THE CHAIN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ByK6SqplEjE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ByK6SqplEjE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK MATE NIGGAS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Because my blogs are imported to other sites via Blogger.com, once I type it in Blogger.com, I am unable to edit the post. THIS is number XIX--the previos post was XVIII--sorry about the confusion...but I'm back on track!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-8597991804394922479?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/8597991804394922479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=8597991804394922479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/8597991804394922479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/8597991804394922479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/10/mind-check-xix-niggers-yeah-you-read-it.html' title='Mind Check XIX : NIGGERS!!! (Yeah--you read it right!)'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-8529032759866836048</id><published>2008-09-19T17:01:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T17:41:31.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Check XVIII: The New Adventures of Old Facebook</title><content type='html'>Well, they thought they could keep me down! But I'm so glad I started importing my blogs from another site (that way I could keep all of them just in case); My photos, I've still got all 50,000+ on my external HD, so I'm good with those; and I'm guessing now it was time to start over...but the way it happened SUCKED! They just shut me down without warning! Ya'll've seen the pic--my profile pic: well, here it is again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/SNQh1Z16aFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5VJs_6TmPN0/s1600-h/Account.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/SNQh1Z16aFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5VJs_6TmPN0/s400/Account.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247856667147266130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it said, to refresh your memory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Line:&lt;br /&gt;"Your account has been disabled by an administrator. If you have any question or concerns, you can visit our FAQ page "here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Line:&lt;br /&gt;"Facebook enforces limits on the site in order to prevent certain actions that can be considered abusive. Your account has been disabled for persistent and rapid use of a certain feature. Unfortunately, for security reasons, we will not be able to further explain these limits."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Line:&lt;br /&gt;"Facebook has limits in place to prevent abuse of our features and to protect users from potential spam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Line:&lt;br /&gt;"Unfortunately, Facebook cannot provide any specifics on the rate limits that we enforce. Please know, however, that the speed at which you are acting and the sheer number of actions you have made are both taken into account."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I ask...WHAT THE FACE FUCKBOOK????? I mean Seriously! WHAT THE FACE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm back...this time on OLD FACEBOOK! I guess this is the BEST thing that happened out of the whole shutting me down thing. And here's the best part...I don't even have the option at the top to switch! I guess you could say I'm one of the NEWEST members on Facebook! Hahahahahahahahahaahaaaaaa! This time, I'm not adding all these applications; I'm not joining all these groups; I'm not joining all these events and I'm NOT accepting random ass people to be my friend! They've got to send me a message or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you honestly don't believe I'm on the Old Facebook...well, check out the picture and compare it to my profile that YOU all see on your NEW Facebook! LOL! Here's the pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRNET OLD FACEBOOK HOME PAGE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/SNQj_UZjXYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jZg305sNGC0/s1600-h/Old+Facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/SNQj_UZjXYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jZg305sNGC0/s320/Old+Facebook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247859036508085634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT OLD FACEBOOK PROFILE PAGE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/SNQkQW5MaII/AAAAAAAAABE/241opFjI1Pw/s1600-h/Old+Facebook+Profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/SNQkQW5MaII/AAAAAAAAABE/241opFjI1Pw/s320/Old+Facebook+Profile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247859329235445890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and for my friend Mike Hart: HIS CURRENT OLD FACEBOOK PROFILE VIA MY OLD FACEBOOK!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/SNQk5-AlnLI/AAAAAAAAABM/bOLM7Ylx058/s1600-h/Mike+Hart+Old+Facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/SNQk5-AlnLI/AAAAAAAAABM/bOLM7Ylx058/s320/Mike+Hart+Old+Facebook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247860044110077106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm out for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll KEEP writing my notes! (Posting them first to my Blogspot account: &lt;a href="http://www.blucanon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll KEEP making your minds wonder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a94.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/62/l_abef241d053400f2bd7bffb87a7e671d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 99px;" src="http://a94.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/62/l_abef241d053400f2bd7bffb87a7e671d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my photos will be on my slide.com account and you'll be able to see them on my website @ &lt;a href="http://www.kennethcummingsphotography.com/"&gt;Kenneth Cummings Photography [dot] Com&lt;/a&gt; (MORE HITS FOR ME! HELL YEAH! Yeah, it's been updated too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll KEEP BEING THE SAME KENNY YOU KNEW BEFORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S MY NAME!!!! Hahahaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FUCK YO CHESS GAME NIGGA! HA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK MATE BITCHES!!! (Not callin' ya'll Bitches--I know better...it just flowed this time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously....Facebook IS that crack! LOL! After all that talk...I'm back on it! The NEW Adventures of OLD Facebook! I LOVE IT!!! LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-8529032759866836048?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/8529032759866836048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=8529032759866836048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/8529032759866836048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/8529032759866836048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/09/mind-check-xix-new-adventures-of-old.html' title='Mind Check XVIII: The New Adventures of Old Facebook'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/SNQh1Z16aFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5VJs_6TmPN0/s72-c/Account.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-9157082312134369228</id><published>2008-09-17T11:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:14:21.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Check XVII: Forthenight</title><content type='html'>Hey ya'll! I know it's been a minute, but I'm back with a new note. It's random, but just something that was on my mind, ya dig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's pretend for one night that I'm the man in your life and we do the things that lovers do. All the loving you like, I'd give it to you just right. There's nothing less than special when it comes to you. See what we have is understanding that works so well for how we are because neither of us has the heart to fall in love all over again. Now what I like about you is that you're always so cool and comfortable whenever I'm around. You're someone that I can talk to, no matter what I'm going through I call on you because I know you'll always be down. See what we have is so incredible that we'll never find in anyone else. This thing that we share is so unbelievable that I want you all to myself. I know that we both have our separate lives and we don't keep ties on each other. So you can have me so that I can hold you until the morning comes. Then we can go back to how things was before. Even though I'm not your man and I know you're not my girl, let's just act like it's that way tonight. I know you got your friends and you know I got some too, but let's just act like you're my lady tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does that sound? Have you ever felt that way about someone? Although it asks for just one night, do you ever think it'll last longer? Have you ever wanted it to last longer? How would you feel if they said no? And what's the deal with "I can't date my friend"? (I've heard that many times in my life -- not just too me, but from other friends that have told me about their situation.) It's an interesting topic...it was just on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECKMATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Song: "Forthenight" by Musiq; Album: Soulstar; Track 4)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-9157082312134369228?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/9157082312134369228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=9157082312134369228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/9157082312134369228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/9157082312134369228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/09/mind-check-xvii-forthenight.html' title='Mind Check XVII: Forthenight'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-8966711015137692242</id><published>2008-09-12T00:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T01:12:45.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Check XVI: "GOOD" v. "BAD"--You Decide!</title><content type='html'>"IT'S A DAMN SHAME THAT ASS WIPES LIKE TO CAUSE A FUCKING RUCKUS OVER SHIT LIKE THIS. ALL YOU DICK SUCKERS OUT THERE--HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A BITCH LICK A PUSSY BEFORE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooops...forgive me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IT'S A DARN SHAME THAT BEHIND WIPES LIKE TO CAUSE A FREAKIN' RUCKUS OVER CRAP LIKE THIS. ALL YOU JOHNSON SUCKERS OUT THERE--HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A LOOSE WOMAN LICK TWAT BEFORE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANG! Still not good??? Ok...how about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IT'S AN UN-FIT SHAME THAT DONKEY WIPES LIKE TO CAUSE A SEXUAL (OR CARING) RUCKUS OVER FECES LIKE THIS. ALL YOU DETECTIVE SUCKERS OUT THERE--HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A FEMALE DOG LICK A KITTEN BEFORE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm....they all sound different don't they??? Now that I've got your attention...here's XVI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All definitions can be found on Dictionary.com&lt;br /&gt;All definitions are bullet #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:Vzk_NiKM0FKb0M:http://www.pedigreedpups.com/images/roughcolliestanding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:Vzk_NiKM0FKb0M:http://www.pedigreedpups.com/images/roughcolliestanding.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BITCH:&lt;br /&gt;a female dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00005B1ZN.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00005B1ZN.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASTARD:&lt;br /&gt;a person born of unmarried parents; an illegitimate child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.ebaumsworld.com/picture/ff1432/Damn.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://media.ebaumsworld.com/picture/ff1432/Damn.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN:&lt;br /&gt;to declare (something) to be bad, unfit, invalid, or illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/56/136549706_9b2d77c2ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/56/136549706_9b2d77c2ed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASS:&lt;br /&gt;a long-eared, slow, patient, sure-footed domesticated mammal, Equus asinus, related to the horse, used chiefly as a beast of burden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff50/dolop_ghani/shit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff50/dolop_ghani/shit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT:&lt;br /&gt;excrement; feces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.590klbj.com/EI/T/Pics/Channels/KLBJ-AM/sex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.590klbj.com/EI/T/Pics/Channels/KLBJ-AM/sex.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK:&lt;br /&gt;to have sexual intercourse with&lt;br /&gt;*must add: to express annoyance, impatience, etc;--also--"give a fuck", Slang. to care; be concerned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img6.travelblog.org/Photos/54702/277128/f/2325152-Cute-pussy-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img6.travelblog.org/Photos/54702/277128/f/2325152-Cute-pussy-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUSSY:&lt;br /&gt;a cat, esp. a kitten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.belvoir.army.mil/ncrmid/images/DetectiveLooking.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.belvoir.army.mil/ncrmid/images/DetectiveLooking.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DICK:&lt;br /&gt;a detective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Now...let us define two words that came up with all of these words: "Vulgar" and "Slang"&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VULGAR:&lt;br /&gt;characterized by ignorance of or lack of good breeding or taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLANG:&lt;br /&gt;very informal usage in vocabulary and idiom that is characteristically more metaphorical, playful, elliptical, vivid, and ephemeral than ordinary language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....who decides this stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently had a status message up on Facebook that read, "Kenneth says, "Kanye, that shit was BITCH MADE homie!!! You don't FUCK with PHOTOGRAPHERS that ain't doin shit to you! Write a song about that!" You in jail now homie!" and it caused a lot of attention. Why you ask? Well, because it was "ME" doing the "cussing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends commented on the status asking, "You curse? =-O" and I responded to the comment, "Yeah (name)...I have a few choice words. I have a new thing about them...who's to say a word is a "Bad" or "cuss" word?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT sparked a lot more coversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My frat, whom I met at the 2008 Sigma Splash Party here in Memphis responed with a comment that read, "Response to the cursing comment: Psalm 19:14"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I thought he was playing due to the chapter and verse were 19:14 (Phi Beta Sigma's Founding Year--GOMAB to ALL MY FRAT), but then I realized that I should look it up, and here's what King James inturpreted David saying in his book of Psalms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O LORD, my strength, and my redeemer."&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/kjv/Psa/Psa019.html#14"&gt;Psalm 19:14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CHECK*&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, I respect ANY comments on my blogs, status messages, notes, photos...UNLESS I feel disrespected)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I went on to comment back saying this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True, however, who determined that "Fuck", "Bitch", "Shit", "Damn" or "Ass" &lt;--both of which are in the bible, "Bastard", "Cunt", "Dick" or "Pussy" &lt;--both of which I honestly don't use unless I'm quoting someone. I'd rather say "Penis" and "Vagina"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, can one tell me how one can determine a "bad" word from a "good" word. Why is "Dick" worse than "Johnson" or "Pipe"? Why is "Pussy" worse than "Cat" or "Twat"? Why is "Fuck" worse than "Knockin' Boots" or "Cuttin'"? *sniffs the air...I smell a new note coming soon!*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I ask, can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is "FUCK" a bad word and not "CUT"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."SHIT"..."CRAP"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."DICK"..."JOHNSON"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."PUSSY"..."TWAT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."BASTARD"..."ILLIGETIMATE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."ASS"..."BEHIND"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."DAMN"..."DARN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know that I'm leaving one out and that's the word "BITCH". I'm leaving that word out because honestly, I don't believing in calling anyone that. I honestly, as I stated in my reply to the comment, "PUSSY" and "DICK" I'd also rather not use: Penis and Vagina would do just fine. (Oh and by the way, when I get kids of my own, not only will they not know about Santa, they won't use the words "Pee-Pee" or "Wiener" or "Peter-pecker" or "Snatch" or "Private-Part"...they will know the words, "PENIS" and "VAGINA" just like the kid on Kindergarten Cop with Arnold)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to my note. The words have been bothering me! Let me first put up the rest of the comments before I finish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat Karsten Chearis at 5:53pm September 11&lt;br /&gt;"Well, there are Scriptures that mention 'cursing', but some would then argue what makes a curse word a curse word, and why is **** a curse word but 'dangit' not. With that being said, I offered that Scripture. The Psalmist writes 'let the words of my mouth...be acceptable in thy sight.' In other words, the writer offered his words to God for approval. If you (not meaning just you, but anyone) and God have agreed that the aforementioned words are acceptable to God, then no, there is no sin in them, and you can use them to your heart's content."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gia Parker at 6:31pm September 11&lt;br /&gt;"I'm really disturb that people are freakin' out about Kenny swearing. (this is in regards to this status and your recent FB Notes) Sometimes you just get those 'moments' where you need to just say what you feel. He's human, he's not a minister, he's not trying to set an example or be someone's role model, he's doin' HIM. Do YOU Kenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't LIKE to swear but every now and then some things just piss me the FUCK off! I applaud those that can keep their tongue clamped and remain 'holy' in the mouth. However, are you acting 'holy' in other aspects of your life?? Hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, ask yourself that question and then you'll realize that a cuss word here or there coming from somebody ELSE is NOTHING compared to the skeletons in your closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**When I say "your/you" its just for generalization.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Southern Comfort Cummings at 6:37pm September 11&lt;br /&gt;GIA!!!!!!!!!! LOL! Interesting comment. Trust, I'm gonna have a "good"/"bad" word blog posting REAL quick. It'll prolly be up tonight or in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, however, a licensed preacher, but I don't boast about that; a lot of people don't know that either. I just try to live my life in a way that people can see it in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I respect my frat's comment wholeheartedly. I see where he's coming from and I'll of course as I always do, have my words to share. Don't worry, I'm gonna keep doin' me because I wouldn't want to be "you" (in a generalization...meaning "anyone in particular, other than myself) :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat Karsten Chearis at 6:51pm September 11&lt;br /&gt;If you ever question whether or not what you're doing is wrong/ok, remember Philippians 2:12, "...work out your own salvation with fear and trembling." Keyword phrase being 'work out your OWN salvation'. When all is said and done, we all have to stand before Christ and attest for our own sins and good works. Being a minister, elder, singer, or whatever has nothing to do with anything. Sin is sin, regardless who does it, just like being a blessing is a blessing, regardless of who does it. I wasn't judging because I don't judge. All I did was have a FB convo with my frat. I'm going to dove you either way, and love you as a brother who shares the same Creator. Just remember that it doesn't matter what life throws at us, we are always to live a way that brings Glory to God. That includes our speech, what we wear, what we do, and everything in between. That doesn't mean you won't make mistakes or you won't fall down, but we have Someone in us that is greater than he that is within the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Southern Comfort Cummings at 7:03pm September 11&lt;br /&gt;You good frat! I didn't take it as judging. LOL! I understand where you're coming from. Hell, I've fallen plenny a times--but I've gotten back up because GOD saw fit to bless me with GRACE through Jesus Christ. I'm not a perfect vessel--I'm human. I works it out with Christ EVERY night before I go to bed (and if I miss out, I feel terrible!) But yeah, I'm still gonna have a blog about it! I'm actually working on it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the rest of the comments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting topic, I know right--it got me thinking about all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted a note a while back entitled, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=18545572739&amp;amp;id=64500340&amp;amp;index=19"&gt;"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?"&lt;/a&gt; (Click the link to read it) The video in that posting is all about the word "FUCK"...you should watch it. It's Fucking Amazing! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all of this, I began to wonder, who comes up with the fact that these words are "Bad"; or who can judge a person by saying that they are "ignorant" because they use these words; who have you ever heard of going to jail for saying these words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I must admit, I use to get my ass whooped by my mom if I used them. But now that I'm grown (I still won't use them in her house or around her) I use them a little more frequently--NOT ALL THE TIME...but to express my emotions. I mean, which sounds status message sounds better to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenneth says, "Kanye, that shit was BITCH MADE homie!!! You don't FUCK with PHOTOGRAPHERS that ain't doin shit to you! Write a song about that!" You in jail now homie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenneth says, "Kanye, that "mess" was "punckish" homie!!! You don't "MESS" with PHOTOGRAPHERS that ain't doin "STUFF" to you! Write a song about that!" You in jail now homie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that the first expresses more of an open opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about the bible verse, I LOVE GOD with ALL of my heart and he KNOWS how I express my opioin in writing. GOD KNOWS how I do it, and I know that GOD is still proud of me. Yes, I am a precher (many of you didn't know that because I don't like to boast, I just let my life preach for me) and I am HUMAN as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet there were some "bad" words said back in the old days, but do you honestly think Jesus would condem a person with a "potty" mouth over the woman that was brought to him in &lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/kjv/Jhn/Jhn008.html#7"&gt;John 8:7&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now PLEASE don't get me wrong, I'm not saying just go all out willy-nilly using these words because some still might get offended or what not, but I honestly believe that if another exodus comes, the children that are growing up now, really won't care if these words are "BAD" or "GOOD"...I'm just sayin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your comments are ALWAYS welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK (just a lot on my mind, ya'll know how I do it!) MATE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-8966711015137692242?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/8966711015137692242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=8966711015137692242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/8966711015137692242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/8966711015137692242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/09/mind-check-xvi-good-v-bad-you-decide.html' title='Mind Check XVI: &quot;GOOD&quot; v. &quot;BAD&quot;--You Decide!'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/56/136549706_9b2d77c2ed_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-6786793898363253657</id><published>2008-09-11T10:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:28:06.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Check XV: Not Your Ordinary "9/11" Blog</title><content type='html'>*CAUTION*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest that you read this at your OWN risk! Don't get mad at me. I told ya'll these are MY thoughts. If I lose friends over it...welp...Two Tears In A Bucket....you know the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest that you click the back button or the red "X" at the top if you don't want to read this. I'm giving you FAIR warning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest that for those of you that DO read it...leave me comments, not matter if they're cussing me out or agreeing with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CAUTION*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS NOT YOUR ORDINARY "9/11" BLOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 years ago...I was in my English class...but now, I'm lying in my bed, and although the thoughts of that day go through my head, I, in a way, shrug it off. Am I wrong for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you say that Kenny? You didn't lose anyone. What about the people that did?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to them and their families. My uncle and aunt lives in NYC...I could have lost them, but forgive me for understanding that death happens! Maybe you should realize that too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the guy that's about to leave office now, we'll probably never TRULY know what happened! With all the conspiracy theories and B.S. that's surrounding all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were the bodies? Remains? How do we know that some of the people aren't living in some gated community un-able to talk to their children, husbands, wives, families?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm HUMAN ladies and gentlemen...so are you! I'm gonna die; you're gonna die; it's a harsh reality of life! Death Happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, innocent people lost their lives on September 11, 2001; innocent people are losing their lives EVERY FUCKIN' DAY! It just so happens that this one was a "massive loss of life" and "terrorists" did it. Forgive me for not knowing some of the people in the towers or in NYC at the time, or at the Pentagon, but if your next door neighbor died, would you care or would you move because "you never thought this could happen in your neighborhood"? Bullshit! That is the most BULLSHITTED response from people's mouths! (That's another blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I've had family to die, two of my uncles...uncles that I was close to but I don't morn their loss. I let them REST in PEACE because how am I suppose to rest at night if I keep my mind focused on them EVERY "anniversary" of their death? I bet they would want me to rest too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with my friend on Yahoo and she told me that she started to cry because the TV is on and she's having to re-live that day all over again. If I were with her and if I were at her place of employment, I would calmly ask them to turn the TV off and if they didn't, I'd keep it moving and not watch not-a-nan TV with ANYTHING 9/11 on it. Hell, I haven't even checked my email because I know that Yahoo news prolly has some 9/11 stuff on it; I haven't turned my TV on because there's prolly some 9/11 stuff on it...Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend told me that her boss told her, "at some point you need to come to terms with the situation..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SITUATION????????? There IS no situation!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, how about this...let's remember the little kid that died by a drunk driver every year; let's remember the young lady that was rapped and beaten to death by her father every year; let's remember the day George Washington died--shit, I don't even know that myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen...LET IT GO!!!!!!!! LET THE PEOPLE REST IN PEACE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, "Emergency in New York" happened...7 YEARS AGO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you THINK people want to continue to re-live that day? I sure as hell don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me inhumane if you want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you to KICK ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK MATE SNITCHES!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*walks away from the chess board and puts the TV on Cartoon Network*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-6786793898363253657?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/6786793898363253657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=6786793898363253657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/6786793898363253657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/6786793898363253657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/09/mind-check-xv-not-your-ordinary-911.html' title='Mind Check XV: Not Your Ordinary &quot;9/11&quot; Blog'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-4011054542160741963</id><published>2008-09-10T12:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T12:55:08.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Check XIV: The Big Bang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.outsideinthemovie.com/images/Big-Bang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.outsideinthemovie.com/images/Big-Bang.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got word from one of my readers that my blogs/notes have recently been "Angry". Well, the truth is, well, ya'll know I keep a lot on my mind and when the time comes, I try and find the right words to type it out for the world to see. It's on a public forum, so I don't mind. Some stuff I'll keep to myself--or share it with people in private--I'm human too, right? I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to all of you that do read and keep up with me and my random blogs/notes, I do want to say thank you for your comments and all that good stuff! If you haven't checked any of them out, do so and let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...on a lighter, more humanistic note--un-angry--I want to talk about this whole underground tube thing that's said to "sink in the earth"...I mean...mimic one half of a nanosecond after the creation of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and read it first on Yahoo.com "&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080910/ap_on_sc/big_bang;_ylt=AozYYZVvOM_.nWfJEgh8r1J34T0D"&gt;Massive particle collider passes first key tests&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...yeah...so...WHAT THE HELL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb269/beastandtheparade/smiley9356.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb269/beastandtheparade/smiley9356.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am glad at least that America isn't a part of this mess. We're already in the hole (no pun intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Ahem...hey Kenny.....read this: "Some 1,200 are from the United States, an observer country that contributed US$531 million."&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; DAMNIT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Deep Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why is this going on? Why do people want to figure out how the earth started? I honestly believe that it's a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have ya'll heard this verse before?  "Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding. Seek his will in all you do, and he will direct your paths." (&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Pro&amp;amp;chapter=3&amp;amp;translation=nltp&amp;amp;x=11&amp;amp;y=7"&gt;Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure have. I don't see the point in trying to find out stuff like this. And hey, what if an alleged "Black Hole" is created underground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://regmedia.co.uk/2006/12/08/blackhole_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://regmedia.co.uk/2006/12/08/blackhole_image.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"'It's nonsense,' said James Gillies, chief spokesman for CERN." (&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080910/ap_on_sc/big_bang;_ylt=AozYYZVvOM_.nWfJEgh8r1J34T0D"&gt;From the story posted on Yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Levies breaking in New Oreleans during Katrina?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;That's nonsense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hurricanekatrina.com/images/hurricane-katrina-levees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.hurricanekatrina.com/images/hurricane-katrina-levees.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A black man ever getting CLOSE being president?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;That's nonsense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://temple3.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/barack-obama-official-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://temple3.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/barack-obama-official-small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Titanic Sinking?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;That's nonsense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.webtek.no/titanic/Images/titanic6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.webtek.no/titanic/Images/titanic6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell-phone taking pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;That's nonsense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nds3.nokia.com/pressphotos/public/global/devices/n93/l_05_n93_lowres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://nds3.nokia.com/pressphotos/public/global/devices/n93/l_05_n93_lowres.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston Celtics winning the 2008 NBA Championship?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;That's nonsense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_FkKaHKd0Epw/SGA6vfSFuyI/AAAAAAAACeQ/cFk9KFU_nk8/U2686P6T12D3732086F44DT20080618125246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_FkKaHKd0Epw/SGA6vfSFuyI/AAAAAAAACeQ/cFk9KFU_nk8/U2686P6T12D3732086F44DT20080618125246.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And to the latter..."Anything is Possible," --Kevin Garnett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I just wanted to state all of that. This is a random blog but I just had to speak on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou hast Checked Mathe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let there be light, and BANG! There's the Big Bang theory."&lt;br /&gt;-Dr. Kenneth T. Whalum, Jr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-4011054542160741963?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/4011054542160741963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=4011054542160741963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/4011054542160741963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/4011054542160741963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/09/mind-check-xiv-big-bang.html' title='Mind Check XIV: The Big Bang'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_FkKaHKd0Epw/SGA6vfSFuyI/AAAAAAAACeQ/cFk9KFU_nk8/s72-c/U2686P6T12D3732086F44DT20080618125246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-3743073341654322712</id><published>2008-09-09T17:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:59:05.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Check XIII: SUPPRESSED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.daimi.au.dk/%7Eaj/gfx/spaceChess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.daimi.au.dk/%7Eaj/gfx/spaceChess.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I had to go find a new chess board and new pieces because I threw the last batch out the window. But I'm back in the game; this time...I hope to not go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://web.mit.edu/abrownin/www/gbprelim/images/evil_smiley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://web.mit.edu/abrownin/www/gbprelim/images/evil_smiley.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so I'm back in Memphis from an interesting trip to Atlanta, GA. When I say interesting, I mean, INTERESTING...but that's another story. Since I came home, I felt my anger begin to flair up again. Why? Well, it's something that happened in Atlanta and as I was driving home. But I won't get into that. So I came back home to Memphis and well, I had to do something with that anger. So what did I do? Well, I do what I always do...I suppress it. Usually when I'm upset, I drive hella fast...and I did--going 80-100mph in the rain that was pouring down in GA through AL. Visibility was at least 10 feet. There were times when I couldn't see the car in front of me; there were times when number 6 from "Mind Check XII: Shit That Pisses Me The Fuck Off" was happeneing--oh and I was PISSED THE FUCK OFF--plus the fact that it was happening in the rain...*takes a deep breath*--see, even now, I suppress it. But anyways, back to my story. I kept my eyes on what was in front of me AND on the solid yellow line on the inside lane. (I HATE SLOW DRIVERS!) People were putting on brakes when they didn't have to...they weren't getting over...(*BREATH KENNY*) Ok...I don't hate the drivers, but I hate the fact that they drive slow. READ THE SIGN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mymedia.myfoxla.com/media01/00000/25/00/MjU%7ENjAw_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://mymedia.myfoxla.com/media01/00000/25/00/MjU%7ENjAw_large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.priojon.com/store/images/AppleJuice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 43px; height: 52px;" src="http://www.priojon.com/store/images/AppleJuice.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I got back home with a lot on my mind. When I got in the house, I started cooking. I cooked me a nice lil dinner--chicken, pasta and some blueberry cheesecake muffins. I drank some Apple Juice to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.a.cnn.net/si/2007/writers/tim_layden/09/03/wrapup/felixinside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 195px;" src="http://i.a.cnn.net/si/2007/writers/tim_layden/09/03/wrapup/felixinside.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, I had a crazy dream about me running. I sent the story to Allyson Felix, you know...the female olympic track star. I honestly wasn't thinking about her, but the fact that I was running hella fast in my dream, I guess she popped up. So maybe she'll read it...maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving today and more stuff came up that pissed me the fuck off! I'll have a new list soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess my main thing about this note is the fact that I suppress my anger. And I would like to know: what do you do about it? How do you deal with it? And if you have any suggestions, what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, one/some of the things that I want to do (and could/could have done), I won't cause I'm not that type of person. But what are some suggestions from you guys/gals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.laughingcherub.com/telephone_shhh.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 147px;" src="http://www.laughingcherub.com/telephone_shhh.GIF" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really an angry person. I'm cool; I keep calm when I need to, but I am human and I do get mad and upset, that's why sometimes I actually "Chill in Fuck It Mode". So, please don't judge me for being upset at somethings in life. I live. I enjoy life and I don't want to lose it anytime soon, however, I don't want my anger to come out of me in the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah...calm, cool, Kenny still has a lot on his mind. One day, I guess, I'll be able to let all this anger out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK MATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sits back in chair with drA(lcohol)nk in hand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/SMb-QM1LT-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/xC9lKCrpzcs/s1600-h/Chill_02a_180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/SMb-QM1LT-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/xC9lKCrpzcs/s400/Chill_02a_180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244158370395148258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-3743073341654322712?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/3743073341654322712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=3743073341654322712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/3743073341654322712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/3743073341654322712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/09/mind-check-xiii-suppressed.html' title='Mind Check XIII: SUPPRESSED'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/SMb-QM1LT-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/xC9lKCrpzcs/s72-c/Chill_02a_180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-8683959798544538733</id><published>2008-09-07T22:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:30:33.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MIND CHECK XII: SHIT THAT PISSES ME THE FUCK OFF!</title><content type='html'>"Fuck it" or "Just chill"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW it seems as though I am realizing that they both can be equal to one another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck it Kenny...just chill...don't worry about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I lay here on the couch of my lil brotha's apartment listening to Black Violin, I begin to honestly go through my own mind--I guess you can call it an "outer body experience inside my mind".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st list of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"SHIT THAT PISSES ME THE FUCK OFF!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't judge me! And if you mad...ask yourself first..."Is that me?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) SLOW DRIVERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) PEOPLE THAT CALL ME and GET MAD THAT I DON'T RETURN THEIR CALL BECAUSE THEY DON'T LEAVE A MESSAGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Here's to ALL of you...IF YOU CALL...AND I DON'T ANSWER...LEAVE A MESSAGE--and DON'T GET PISSED OFF AT ME BECAUSE I DIDN'T CALL YOU BACK! You didn't think it was important to leave a message--I don't think it's important to call YOU back!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) PEOPLE THAT JUDGE ME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(FUCK (it's a word--it's not against the law to say it!) I'M HUMAN! I'm NOT PERFECT! I cuss--not often; I drink--socially (and probably when I grow up single); I "look"--I'm a male...ET MUTHA FUCKIN' SET-TRA! (no...not E-T...ET)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) THE NEW FACEBOOK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wonder if they even read reviews from the users! AND IF YOU'RE READINY MY NOTES...DON'T CHANGE IT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) RANDOM ASS FRIEND REQUEST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PERIOD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) WHEN PEOPLE DRIVE SLOWER IN THE LEFT LANE THAN THOSE IN THE RIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(READ THE SIGN--SLOWER TRAFFIC KEEP RIGHT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) TRUCKS ON THE HIGHWAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(STAY IN THE RIGHT LANE DAMNIT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8) --These Questions--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8a) "WHY ARE YOU SINGLE?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Well shit, do YOU want to be with me? Then why waste your time and ask?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8b) "ARE YOU SERIOUS?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I get this from my LB M. Silas--NOW I realize how it is bruh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9) When GREEKS use GREEK LETTERS in the WRONG WAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(DAMNIT...A SIGMA SIGN SHOULD BE USED AS AN "S"--STOP WITH THE FUCKIN' usage of "E" DAMNIT! That's what the fuck "EPSILON" is for!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10) SOCKS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(They don't piss me off, I'm just beginning not to like them and although I'm wearing them now, I think I'm going to stop; I don't feel free.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11) COMPLAINING ASS BLACK PEOPLE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know you're asking, "Why did you just say Black people?" BECAUSE DAMNIT...IT PISSES ME OFF!--Happy? Thanks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12) PEOPLE THAT LIE TO ME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I suggest that you just DON'T do it! If you do...I'm done wit'cha--Point Blank!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13) FEMALES THAT PLAY WITH MY FUCKIN' MIND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You just DON'T know do you? Well GET TO FIRST before you start FUCKIN' WITH IT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14) THE FACT THAT I CAN'T SLEEP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hell, I don't know why...I just hate the fact that I can't sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15) BEING LED THE FUCK ON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ladies...don't do that shit to the fellas. It's not cool. Fellas...don't do that shit to the ladies, it's not cool!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16) THE FACT THAT TSU IS GOING THROUGHS OME MESS AND I CAN'T HELP RIGHT NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In time--In Time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17) PEOPLE THAT SAY THEY CARE FOR ME WHEN THEY DON'T GIVE TWO SHITS FROM AN ELEPHANT'S ASS ON DIAHREA AFTER EATING "SPECIAL BROWNIES"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just get the fuck outta here with all that bullshit!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Deep breath and calm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just 17 random ones for right now...more will come soon. I'm taking my ass to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TOSSES THE CHESS BOARD OUT THE MUTHA FUCKIN' WINDOW!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-8683959798544538733?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/8683959798544538733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=8683959798544538733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/8683959798544538733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/8683959798544538733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/09/mind-check-xii-shit-that-pisses-me-fuck.html' title='MIND CHECK XII: SHIT THAT PISSES ME THE FUCK OFF!'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-9177151174912192761</id><published>2008-09-01T23:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:46:27.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Check XI: I Think Your Friend Is Cute!</title><content type='html'>So, I'm sitting here listening to "Float" by Anthony Hamilton because I realized that I can't really type up a blog without listening to music. Weird...I know...but that's how I am. Not much rap in the play list either, but hey...that's how I role...anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I began to think as I was on Facebook (yeah, I'm a FB Junkie--for one because it's how I keep up with friends; and two: I have a hella lot of albums that people want to look at...so I have a reason LOL...but anyways, I started to think of something that I know most of us--if not all of us--are guilty of. What is it that I'm speaking of? What is it that we're all guilty of (other than sin)? Tell me...if this statement has ever popped up in your mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Think Your Friend Is Cute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it hasn't...then I'm not talking about or to you...but if you are one that has had this statement come across your mind--tell me, what do you think about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guilty as hell of saying that comment in my head. Now, I've  never said it to a young lady in person...but, well while here on facebook, I've thought it--and said it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who??? HA! You think I'm gonna tell you!? That's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies AND Fellas: don't tell me that you haven't requested someone that you DON'T know because you are a mutual friend with someone else. You know you have! Don't lie! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*raises hand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my next question is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong? And if so...how is it? And if not...why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know this probably will hinder me from being in a relationship or whatever because I probably won't "be trusted". Ask me if I care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CHECK*&lt;br /&gt;(A self conversation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn Kenny...you trippin' right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I mean hey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude, you crazy for that last statement."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cool. I'm use to being single. I'm use to being passed over and rejected. As I put in my last blog/note, "my Michelle" is coming soon. We'll cross paths. But don't get me wrong, I'm not a desperate dude. If I get a no...I keep it moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel ya. It's all good. But damn! Don't you think it REALLY may pust your "Michelle" away with a comment like that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha! You stupid"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm just sayin. If I feel that "her friend is cute" and I'm not tryin' to holla at either one of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But what if she likes you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The one you're telling you think her friend is cute...the one that's not the friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...well she'd have to realize that we're not a couple at that point and just, well, take it. I don't know how else to put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bruh, you hella crazy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...yeah...that's how I am. But it's deep and it's real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, why tell her that her friend is cute if you're not trying to holla at the friend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know that I'm not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True. True. So then, what if the friend thinks you're cute too and the girl that you told that her friend was cute gets upset?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok...Girl A is the original girl; Girl B is the "cute friend". What if Girl B thinks you're cute too and Girl A gets upset because Girl A likes you a lot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah...uhm what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...Girl A hasn't expressed interest in me, so how in the hell do I know she likes me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bruh...ok...Girl A has been your friend for a LONG time--and you JUST met one of her friends on FB and you think she's cute and you tell Girl A? Wait...first off...why even tell Girl A that Girl B is cute?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I want to get to know Girl B. Is that a problem? I hope not. I mean, it doesn't seem as if Girl A is studdin' me as far as relationship goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you asked?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause she hollain' at the next nigga. So I just remain friend with her and not try to step in it. Respect...I think that's what it's called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, whatever nigga."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IIght...finish ya blog"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CHECK*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies...would you get mad if a guy told you that he thought your friend was cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellas...how would you feel if a girl that you liked started hollain' at ya boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random blog...just something else that was on my mind. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment if you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checkith Mateith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-9177151174912192761?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/9177151174912192761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=9177151174912192761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/9177151174912192761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/9177151174912192761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/09/mind-check-xi-i-think-your-friend-is.html' title='Mind Check XI: I Think Your Friend Is Cute!'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-7399085122179285850</id><published>2008-09-01T17:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T17:57:10.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Check X: ___________</title><content type='html'>I know right!? I'm sitting here at my computer listening to music and just thinking to myself, "what can I type up?" And at this point...nothing came to mind. Maybe when I get to Atlanta I'll have something to talk about. Or maybe while I'm on the road TO Atlanta I'll have something to talk about. It's been a while since I've traveled G.E.Patterson/Lamar/Highway 78 (Yeah...those are the three names you can call it--Memphis knows what I'm talking about.) But anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a lot on my mind and I'll be posting soon. I'm trying to figure out HOW to type it up. Cause it'll have you thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp...yeah...I'll holla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHIZECK MIZATE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-7399085122179285850?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/7399085122179285850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=7399085122179285850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/7399085122179285850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/7399085122179285850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/09/mind-check-x.html' title='Mind Check X: ___________'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-6653233251336019030</id><published>2008-08-30T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T20:22:04.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Check IX: "My Michelle"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i34.tinypic.com/2dbtrmx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2dbtrmx.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She "lowered her expectations"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She "made assumptions based on a piece of paper"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She figured he was "crazy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't think there was "anything that she had in common with this guy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called him a "nerd"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She listened to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found him to be "funny, cute, charming, and serious without taking himself too seriously."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew that they "would be friends forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fell in love with him, 19 years ago, in a small church basement on the South side of Chicago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew that he was "special and that there was something real and genuine and different about him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She "loves her husband"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She believes in him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is Michelle Obama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does "my Michelle" still exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is "my Michelle" out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong for having my expectation for "my Michelle" so high? I know I'm not a senator from the south side of Chicago but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie to you and say that looks don't matter either. It's the first thing one sees right? I'm not just going to walk up to a girl and say, "Your mind is SO beautiful!" or "I LOVE your personality!"--especially if she's unattractive to me. Call it like you see it, but I want to be able to wake up in the morning and smile because of the first thing that I see on the woman that I'm married to laying next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if "my Michelle" is out there--one day we'll cross paths; and if we already have, hopefully we will again and this time I hope we don't pass each other by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until I find you, "my Michelle"--I'm kickin' it; being the best Kenny I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo that I have posted , a photo taken by Alex Brandon/AP, shows true Black love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No...NOT Oprah and Stedmond; NOT Thomas and Juanita; Not Will and Jada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but Barack and Michelle--no scandals, nothing negative, nothing show--just a loving Black family...but most of all...FAMILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a short blog...but I hope to find, one day, my "Michelle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama-Biden-USA-2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checkmate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above quotes from Michelle Obama can be heard on either of the two videos posted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3eVdrBch7nQ"&gt;Michelle Obama on Falling in Love With Barack&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=790hG6qBPx0&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=790hG6qBPx0&amp;amp;"&gt;Michelle Obama's Keynote Address at the DNC (C-Span)&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=790hG6qBPx0&amp;amp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-6653233251336019030?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/6653233251336019030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=6653233251336019030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/6653233251336019030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/6653233251336019030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/08/mind-check-ix-my-michelle.html' title='Mind Check IX: &quot;My Michelle&quot;'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/2dbtrmx_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-181636355644426732</id><published>2008-08-30T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T11:45:49.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Check VIII: Interlude</title><content type='html'>So, I'm sitting here at my kitchen table; I've been up since like 5am-ish. I began to work on Photoshop with some of the pics I took while I was at TSU (Tennessee State University). While I was working on the pics, Alicia Keys songs just popped up in my head. I then grabbed my headphones and I started to listen to the "Unplugged" album. Then...I transitioned to her second album entitled, "The Diary of Alicia Keys." I played it all the way through and for some reason I had to track it back to track number 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two minutes and seven seconds of soothing sounds of the electric/lead guitar, bass guitar, organ, piano and the voice of A. Keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words, if you don't know them go like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you oooooooo, ooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two hour long conversations on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't get you outta my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby are you feelin me, feelin you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything you say and everything you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gets me lost in you days at a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tell me are you feelin me, feelin you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know you're probably asking, what in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I ask this question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you feelin me, feelin you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check &amp;amp; Mate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-181636355644426732?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/181636355644426732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=181636355644426732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/181636355644426732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/181636355644426732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/08/mind-check-viii-interlude.html' title='Mind Check VIII: Interlude'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-9112262346136097504</id><published>2008-08-21T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:12:12.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Check VII: JUST HOLD ON!</title><content type='html'>To My Fellow Tigers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, I'm going to be totally honest with you; as honest as I can be. Please don't take what I say in the wrong way. This is coming straight from the heart of Kenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i37.tinypic.com/2447bbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 81px; height: 140px;" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2447bbo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am honestly hurting here in Memphis because of what I'm seeing on Facebook. Many of your status messages are talking about how bad everything is going from misplacement of housing to financial aid not even showing record of your money to the way it seems as if admin is dropping the ball...it's killing me that my school; my alma mater seems to be going in the opposite way of up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There IS hope! It's like my mind couldn't rest until I started typing this up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have honestly have NO idea what it feels like to go through what many of you are going through. The ONLY time I stepped foot in the Financial Aid office was during Freshmen year, when I had to turn my Work-study time sheets in, or when I had to take a picture of the line or inside the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know what it feels like to get purged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I honestly have no idea what it feels like to have my money NOT there on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly have no idea what it feels like to not have a place to stay on campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I honestly have no idea what it feels like to not be in a class that I wanted to be in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly have no idea what it feels like to sit or stand and wait in the Financial Aid, Admission, Records, or Residence Life offices' line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I honestly have no idea what you all, those of you that are, are going through. However, I see it; I've seen it; I've been around it; I've sat in the same classes as some; I spent most of my college experience with some...so don't think I don't know what I see is wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, how and what do you think it was that brought me through? a loving family that prayed for me continuously? the oil anointing that I got before I left Memphis each year? Hey, freshman year, I was JUST LIKE YOU! Just another student; however there were some things that I knew that I needed to do BEFORE I got to college. GET TO KNOW PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know that SOME of those in higher places may not give a damn about the students, however, ya'll must remember that without YOU, THEY wouldn't be in the positions they have! Yeah, they may get hired by TBR--but what you need to realize is that TBR works for YOU; TSU (or whatever college you attend) works FOR YOU! They probably wouldn't like me for doing this; but I've grown to understand that sometimes being quite is more wrong than speaking up and not knowing what the heck you're talking about--because although SOME may not know what you're talking about--ONE person just might; now imagine if you DIDN'T speak up--it would have gone the OTHER WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...here's a list for EVERYONE (especially my incoming Freshmen Tigers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.) MAKE A COPY! MAKE A COPY OF THAT COPY! MAY A COPY OF THAT COPY OF THAT COPY! (Or you can just enter "3" and press Copy--that way you'll have 4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i36.tinypic.com/23ixddz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/23ixddz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My freshman year, my mom had a Blue 3-ring binder with EVERYTHING in it--AND she had back-up copies in another bag. If something came up--BAM! She had a copy of it...TWICE! I learned that from her! So make sure you make copies of EVERYTHING you can! Yeah, I know copies cost money, but you wanna know a way around that? Everyone or SOMEONE you know has a digital camera! Take a picture of it…upload it to your computer, email it to yourself, print it out on the FREE WHITE PAPER that is supplied to you in all the computer labs for FREE! There are no excuses! (Hey, it's just tough and real love! I'm trying to help you out!) "They told me this. They told me that." Write it DOWN; get their name; write down the date and time! Leave something with whomever you spoke to; tell them to sign the paper that you're writing on; have them sign the copy of that document...you get the picture right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.) DON'T GO OFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, what will that accomplish? What can yelling at the person that is sitting behind the desk do? For real...what can it do? Not a THING! You're wasting YOUR time! I BET YOU that if you go in with a smile on your face (even though you're upset about what's going on) and speak with the voice of someone that's trying to obtain a degree in higher education, they'll speak with you with respect. Don't go to the FA office talking bout some, "Where my money at?" Try going in there with an attitude of calmness, yet with a firm voice--don't be afraid to speak to these people that sit behind the desks or the ones behind the closed doors! Trust me...I KNOW MOST OF THEM behind EACH and EVERY LAST CLOSED DOOR ESPECIALLY on the 3rd Floor of the FPCC! How you ask? I've worked back there. I'm your inside man! I can't get you EVERYTHING...but I can see what I can do to help YOU accomplish your own goals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.) RELAX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i37.tinypic.com/5344tu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 147px;" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/5344tu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's self explanatory! RELAX! When you wake up in the morning, after you pray, take a deep breath because you already know that the line in room 210 for Financial Aid is going to be long unless you stayed up and waited outside of the door by either the Cafe on the 1st floor (the one most of the Wilson Residences use) or the Entrance by the Info desk (the door that leads to the courtyard). RELAX! Yeah, classes are about to start, but YOU want to make SURE you have all your stuff together--classes, money, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.) DON'T SWEAT THE CHECK!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i38.tinypic.com/r02heh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/r02heh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll come--if you got your stuff together. It won't come right away; it may take some longer than others to get put on the ComData card. But for right now...DONT'T SWEAT IT! Now that's something I slick kinda had a problem with! I was getting impatient about my refund check...but I knew that GOD had me and that I'd get my money! So don't Sweat the Check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.) UTILIZE YOUR EMAIL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.tinypic.com/14mezyt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 205px;" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/14mezyt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whether it's Yahoo!, GMail, Hotmail, AOL, or your MyTSU account (which I never used! I had all my email forwarded to my Yahoo! account--yeah, you CAN do that!) And when you send the email--call your mom or dad and email it to them, email it to your friend, and most importantly email it to yourself! AND 2nd most importantly...go back to number one...MAKE A COPY &amp;amp;/or PRINT IT OUT--THEN MAKE ANOTHER COPY! (Make sure you put your email address and maybe your parents email in the CC section--and your friend can take the BCC section--that way if when you go see whomever about whatever and they tell you that they didn't get it, you can say have out when you sent it, AND show them that you sent it to your parents and THEY got it!) Admins email works! Trust me! Don't let them tell you otherwise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.) GET INVOLVED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't be a recluse! Don't stay in your room! Don't do the same routine everyday! I know the Zoo and the Jungle--I mean Wilson and Watson--are freshmen dorms however--I can tell you that during the academic year of 2004-05 WILSON and WATSON wasn't the same! WE KICKED IT--NEVER inside of the dorm--but outside! It's a new day and no one is having fun anymore! WE DID! (Excuse me while I shout out 04-05 Watsoners and Wilsoners) But for real...get involved! If you see Dr. Johnson walking by, HOLLA AT'M! He's COOL PEOPLE, I promise! If you see Dean Cade EVER come out of his office...holla at him! If you see Dr. Taylor, or Mike Jones (Financial Aid), or Dean Earnest (Residence Life) or Dr. Hampton or Dr. Freeman...HOLLA AT THEM...FOR REAL! Give them your name--email them! Let them know how you feel!!! That's what they're their for--HOWEVER--DON'T COMPLAIN, but let them know what's going on. Offer suggestions! Involvement is the business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.) "ROOM 304 KEAN HALL"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that little room RIGHT above the SGA Suite on the third floor; to the left off the steps--that room with the LONG hallway of awards on the wall...THAT ROOM and the people in it are TRULY YOUR FRIENDS!!!! GET TO KNOW ALL OF THEM!!! I can't express that enough to you! And when you go in there tell them I SENT YOU! Express your feelings to them--you can let them know ANYTHING and I promise you that SOMETHING will be done about it! (YEAH 304 Kean...I'm Putting you on the spot!!!)  To all of you that go to this office--make sure you turn LEFT off the steps or elevator! LEFT! (one more time) TURN LEFT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.) CONTINUOUS PRAYER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i36.tinypic.com/1zd6q6o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 156px;" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/1zd6q6o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You all have my WORD that I will be praying for you! ALL OF YOU! I'm SO SERIOUS! However, make sure you let GOD hear your voice and your cries and ALWAYS remember the words of Christ, "nevertheless not my will, but thy will be done." GOD'S got your back! HE had mine and still got it! It's college and you're slick on your own! Mommy's not there to wake you up; dad's not there to kiss you on the forehead and say be good at school. You're almost a grown-up now! So life is going to bring it's lefts and rights and ups and downs...but GOD STILL has control over it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly hope that this has helped you out in some kind of way! I'm ALWAYS on Facebook; or you can hit me up on my email-- kennethmcummings@yahoo.com; if you have ANY QUESTIONS...and I mean ANY...Holla at me! HOLLA AT ME FOR REAL!!! Those that know me will tell you that I'm one of the coolest people to have ever walked the campus of TSU! I'm not bragging on myself because I have nothing to truly brag about except the fact that GOD kept me through all four years; HE placed me in the lives of great people! And I must give them props as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is mostly to my freshmen Tigers, but all of you could use it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to check out my campus tour! EVERY BUILDING...EVERY OFFICE...EVERY DEPARTMENT (from PR-to-LRC)...EVERY THING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT WHAT'S WHERE is in the video! I did it for YOU because I LOVE TSU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YA'LL TOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLLA AT ME! I'm SERIOUS!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK MATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-340.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v285/17/112/64500340/n64500340_31014466_3090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-340.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v285/17/112/64500340/n64500340_31014466_3090.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-9112262346136097504?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/9112262346136097504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=9112262346136097504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/9112262346136097504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/9112262346136097504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/08/mind-check-vii-just-hold-on.html' title='Mind Check VII: JUST HOLD ON!'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/2447bbo_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-363031915551131060</id><published>2008-08-21T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:30:59.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Check VI: QUIT COMPLAINING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8148135900979790234"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8148135900979790234" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8148135900979790234"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8148135900979790234" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://samuelatgilgal.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/stop_complaining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://samuelatgilgal.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/stop_complaining.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know what you're saying: "Dang Kenny, what a way to start off an inspirational Blog/note." Well, I bet it got your attention didn't it? Now it's up to you whether or not you want to continue reading. I mean what can be the harm in wondering, "What in the world is on his mind now?" or "why in the world would he start off a Blog/note saying a cussin' like that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN ALL OF YOUR &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Complain"&gt;COMPLAINING!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...Ok...I'll change it...sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN ALL OF OUR &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Complain"&gt;COMPLAINING!!!&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i36.tinypic.com/8x1yxi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/8x1yxi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You thought I was not gonna say "DAMN" again didn't you? Ha; ya'll betta realize who I am! I promise you that I'm probably one of the realest REAL people out here! Look up the definition of &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Real"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"REAL"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and realize that some of the people in this world that you look to OR look up to aren't that. I'm not saying that I'm perfect or that I'm just the number one go to guy for EVERY problem that you may have...but I'm getting off the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a question for you...WHY ARE YOU...I'm sorry...Why are WE always &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Complain"&gt;COMPLAINING!!!&lt;/a&gt;? What is the reason behind it? (ok...maybe a couple of questions...but I'm just curious, ya dig!?) What makes us sit back and soak all this negativity in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why don't YOU do something about it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No that's not in all caps, so I'm not yelling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you honestly give me a reason that you're &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Complain"&gt;COMPLAINING&lt;/a&gt;? I mean, honestly...what is the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Complain"&gt;COMPLAINING&lt;/a&gt; FOR?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now that's in all caps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH! Are you getting mad? You know what that means right? That means it's hitting you in that spot where you know what I'm saying is the truth and the Truth can do that to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Paul Jones and he had a song entitled, respectively, "I Won't &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Complain"&gt;COMPLAIN&lt;/a&gt;." I went and looked it up and read the lyrics and listened to the song on YouTube; I also had the opportunity to listen to others perform the song. Either way they all have the same meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;***&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;*CHECK*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i38.tinypic.com/xlfm6a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/xlfm6a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(This is a new part of the Blog where I insert some randomness in the middle of my&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; Blog--since my Blog is called "Mind Check" and I use the Chess reference of "Check Mate" at the end, why not add a lil more to it! *smile*)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now I know how most of ya'll are about the whole gospel thing--especially us Blacks--you already know, if you don't want to get boo'd at a talent show, you betta do what? That's right...sing a gospel song no matter HOW bad you are! Although people don't like it, they'll clap anyway and say, "You Betta Sing Fah Jesus!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;***&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what I want to do now is break down that song for you, I hope you don't mind! You ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've had some good days&lt;br /&gt;I've had some hills to climb&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song even starts off on a positive note!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to REALIZE that everyday that you wake up, you are starting off on a positive note! However, it's up to YOU to continue to live positively. You have the choice to wake up and sin; wake up and worry about what’s gonna happen; wake up and know that GOD's gonna take care of you; wake up and do nothing; wake up and...well you get the picture. And don't give me none of that "The Devil Made Me Do It" crap either! The devil ain't make you do JACK! (That's another Blog though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after realizing that you have good days, you know that during those good days you'll have to face life--the BIGGEST hill to ever climb! We'll never get to the top of the hill called life however (it's deep &amp;amp; it's real!); the only time we'll reach the peak of our hill is when we're called up for judgment. &lt;i&gt;"What do you mean Kenny?"&lt;/i&gt; I'm glad you asked! (I'm loving all of your questions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://100731.agchurches.org/SiteFiles/100731/Content/Service%20Graphics/book%20study%20on%20ecclesiastes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://100731.agchurches.org/SiteFiles/100731/Content/Service%20Graphics/book%20study%20on%20ecclesiastes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The book of Ecc chapter 9 verse 11 can answer that for you! (And again, that chapter is ANOTHER Blog to come!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I saying? I'm saying, life is a continued run until death; if you reach that peak in life, what's next? Jesus even had to climb that hill and I know you all know that story! But did he &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Complain"&gt;COMPLAIN&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've had some weary days&lt;br /&gt;And some sleepless nights&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenny, have you ever had a bad day? because every time I see you, you're all smiles and happy." Well my friend, that's when you see me! I've been DEEP down in the valley of despair! I hated it! I've had times where I've just cried for the heck of it--IN BROAD DAYLIGHT! As far as my sleepless nights--if I could catch up on ALL of my sleepless nights by sleeping none stop, I'd probably be a full year older when I woke up. In a way that's exaggeration but in other ways it's not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos21.flickr.com/37240797_c1c74db852_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 90px;" src="http://photos21.flickr.com/37240797_c1c74db852_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;But when I look around&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I think things over&lt;br /&gt;All of my good days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outweigh my bad days&lt;br /&gt;I won't &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Complain"&gt;COMPLAIN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i33.tinypic.com/2qvzdav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 255px;" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2qvzdav.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What do you exactly consider a "Good Day"? I've come to realize that there is no such thing as a "Bad Day"--I mean, you can read Genesis for yourself. Yeah, Genesis 1:4, while you're at it, go ahead and read the whole chapter. &lt;i&gt;"Kenny, but that's GOD!"&lt;/i&gt; Yeahp, I know! *smile* GOD made GOOD out of NOTHING! Think about it. What makes you think you can't make good out of dark situations? Everyday you wake up should be a "Good Day"--first and most of all because you actually woke up! Yeah, after all the mess you've done--you get a second change to redeem yourself. Do you? So now, if you can count, all the days of your life, don't you think it would outweigh your so-called "bad days"? So why &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Complain"&gt;COMPLAIN&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CHECK*&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i38.tinypic.com/xlfm6a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/xlfm6a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just wanted to remind you all that I am NOT perfect (although I strive to be the best at ALL that I do and continue to give GOD his glory in all of it) so please don't think that I don't go through and that I'm just yelling at everyone; I'm just keeping it real with ya'll! I'm not one of those&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; FAKE-SAVED-SANTIFIED-FILLED-WITH-THE-HOLY-GHOST Christians that just rebukes EVERYTHING in the name of Jesus. We have choice remember? We're human remember?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes the clouds are low&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly see the road&lt;br /&gt;I ask a question, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Lord, why so much pain?&lt;br /&gt;But he knows what's best for me&lt;br /&gt;Although my weary eyes&lt;br /&gt;They can't see&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just say thank you Lord&lt;br /&gt;I won't &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Complain"&gt;COMPLAIN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i38.tinypic.com/24ca99l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/24ca99l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FOG SUCKS! I hate driving through it cause I can't see! But GOD still watches me; HE knows what's on the other side; HE knows what's in it with me; He knows what's behind me; GOD'S got my back...and yes...HE HAS YOURS TOO!!! Don't believe me? Take a deep breath and after you exhale, are you still alive? &lt;i&gt;"So Kenny, you're saying that everyone that's died, GOD didn't have their back?"&lt;/i&gt; I KNEW you'd ask that! NO, I'm not saying that! Jesus should be our example of how Death works. Jesus had a purpose on earth. HE understood that he was going to die, however at certain times he KNEW that it wasn't his time so he didn't worry. GOD has our back at all times--even when he gives the devil permission to harm you! GOD just wants you to come back to HIM! GOD is the ONLY being that has the right to be jealous! GOD has every right to do whatever HE wants! He owns us! He owns this world! But the thing is...GOD is a GOOD GOD! He is, as Fred Hammond put it, a Promise Keeper! GOD LOVES US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often wonder why we go through what we go through and yes we ask GOD, "WHY, LORD?" and that's not a problem! GOD knows what's best for you: from what classes to take to what job you're gonna have; from what apartment you're going to live in to what kind of car you're going to drive! Crawl before you walk! Sometimes, the thing you want may not come at that RIGHT time--and I have a testimony to that concerning this summer! But let me finish this first, I'll get back to that later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although sometimes, well, most times we don't know the outcome of a situation...why are we &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Complain"&gt;COMPLAINING&lt;/a&gt;? Why not just realize that everything happens for a reason? Why can't we just thank GOD anyway? Not just for the good things in our life or just for bringing us out of bad situations--but for everything, from the tests of life to the fact that you don't have money right now? (One thing I'm not &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Complain"&gt;COMPLAINING&lt;/a&gt; about--cause just recently, I only had 16 dollars to my name! But I can't &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Complain"&gt;COMPLAINING&lt;/a&gt;!!! I thank GOD anyway!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Lord&lt;br /&gt;Has been so good to me&lt;br /&gt;He's been good to me&lt;br /&gt;More than this old world or you could ever be&lt;br /&gt;He's been so good&lt;br /&gt;To me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self explanatory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are a trip! Men and women--we CRAZY! Through everything in your life: ladies, those crazy boyfriends or husbands; fellas, those crazy females in your life; those ones that haven't been good to either of you: your friends, your frat, your sorors, your family--etc. Excuse my language but niggas is crazy! (What? You hate that I used that word? HA! Get over it! It means "ignorant person")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can HONESTLY tell me that GOD HASN'T been good to you--then make sure you can tell me what CHOICES you've made in life to have the outcome of GOD NOT being good to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;He dried all of my tears away&lt;br /&gt;Turned my midnights into day&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just say thank you Lord&lt;br /&gt;I've been lied on&lt;br /&gt;But thank you Lord&lt;br /&gt;I've been talked about&lt;br /&gt;But thank you Lord&lt;br /&gt;I've been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;But thank you Lord&lt;br /&gt;You might be sick&lt;br /&gt;Body reeking with pain&lt;br /&gt;But thank you Lord&lt;br /&gt;The bills are due&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where the money coming from&lt;br /&gt;But thank you Lord&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord&lt;br /&gt;I won't &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Complain"&gt;COMPLAIN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you're alone and you're crying yourself to sleep...who helps you actually fall asleep? Who keeps you through the night?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When people lie on you? When people lie to you? When you think there's no one else to trust--who is it that you KNOW won't lie to or on you? Who do you KNOW you can trust?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When they run their mouths ALL THE DOGGONE TIME about you; when your name comes from their mouth more than their own breath--what do you do? Do you ever realize that at least you're known and that rumors don't last forever, especially when they're not fact?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When people have no idea where you're coming from...when you're speaking the truth and no one seems to care to hear...who understands you the most?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Doctors SAY you have this or that...BUT GOD...do you thank him anyway?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you KNOW you don't have any money PERIOD! (*throws hands in the air* I bet ya'll wouldn't believe I was broke...BUT I'm not BROKEN!) who steps in RIGHT on time with money in the mail for you?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just Thank GOD ANYHOW? Why don't you get off ya but and out of your pity party and say "THANK YOU LORD!"? Why don't you recognize that GOD is in control of everything? I'm not saying just sit back and let GOD do all the work in your life. Sitting on the couch all day just waiting won't get you anywhere! You've GOT to work; exercise your gifts and talents that GOD has placed inside your heart; inside your spirit; inside your soul! Don't let it go to waste! But in all of that, make sure you give HIM the glory and THANK HIM ANYHOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PROMISE YOU...100% of the time, if you Thank GOD ANYHOW, you'll feel so much better because when you start Thanking HIM...you'll begin to realize WHY you're thanking HIM! You'll walk with a new swag!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK MATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Testimony:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All summer, I've been sitting at home waiting! I've applied for many photography positions around the country, yet no one called me back; or I would get the message, "the position has been filled" when you still have the position on the website as open a week later. So what have I been doing all summer? Well, there was a time where I fell into a depression stage; I was sick; I was looking bad; I was hiding the sadness in public; I wasn't picking up my phone; I wasn't even praying; I would go to church but when I got home, I soaked right back into my depression stage! I would ask myself what the hell was wrong with me. I was &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Complain"&gt;COMPLAINING&lt;/a&gt; not realizing that everything happens for a reason when I preach that ALL the time! But then one day at church I realized that I needed to come out of that--and my pastor just so happened to preach about depression; each sunday I felt myself coming out of it and each time after church I knew I had to drain my house of the depression. I mean it got so bad to the point where I didn't even want to take any pictures of anything! BUT GOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I needed to stop &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Complain"&gt;COMPLAINING&lt;/a&gt; about what I didn't have and just continue to thank GOD for what I did have...and that IS LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's tough, however, I'm overcoming it each and everyday--and I plan to never stop until I reach my peak. I'm not on the street; I'm not another bad statistic; I've got a loving mother; I've got great friends that do check on me time after time; I've got friends that are actually proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why must I &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Complain"&gt;COMPLAIN&lt;/a&gt; about anything?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-363031915551131060?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/363031915551131060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=363031915551131060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/363031915551131060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/363031915551131060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/08/mind-check-vi-quit-complaining.html' title='Mind Check VI: QUIT COMPLAINING!'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/8x1yxi_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-5127056274800045091</id><published>2008-08-18T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:32:39.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Check V: Questions</title><content type='html'>On Sunday night at my church, &lt;a href="http://www.olivetbc.com"&gt;The New Olivet Baptist Church&lt;/a&gt;, the preacher began to ask a series of questions. Now, I'm going to ask you some of the same and some that she may not have asked...you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you REALLY Christian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you REALLY believe in GOD: do you accept Jesus as your LORD and Savior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you were to die after reading this sentence do you know for SURE that when GOD raises the dead first, and it's time to be separated--sheep and goats--which will you be among?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does GOD truly get ALL of your praise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And when you do praise GOD, do you praise GOD just for the good in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things are going "your way" do you ever give GOD the credit, or are you like, "I did this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you pray before you go to sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you pray when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you a blessing to others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN others call you blessed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you call others blessed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you always worried about things not going right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you TRUST GOD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you Worship GOD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you TRULY know what Worship is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(No it's not praying, and it's not praising; it's NOT a lifestyle; it's not putting your hands in the air and waving them; it's NOT crying; it's NOT clapping your hands)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can your friends depend on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you know that GOD created this world; that GOD created YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that the air you breath comes from GOD breathing life into you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you take it for granted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there something you need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ASKED GOD for it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that "NO" is an answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you TRULY know that GOD is a promise keeping GOD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that GOD WILL give Satan permission to enter your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if that happens, don't you know that GOD still loves you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Satan Can't Kill You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you know that Satan can't "MAKE" you do anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that you have a choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you know that GOD's punishment is truly LOVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(GOD just wants you to come back to HIM!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that GOD will ALWAYS be ready for you to return to HIM?&lt;br /&gt;(YOU are the one that turned YOUR back on HIM!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you know that BROKE doesn't have to mean BROKEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that GOD LOVES YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you honestly say that you're happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't  you know that EVERYTHING happens for a reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you ever just find yourself feeling alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that you're NEVER alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you're by yourself, have you ever just started talking to GOD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Trust me...HE wants to hear his children's voice!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what $0.10 of $1.00 is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you give ever $0.10 of $1.00 to GOD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that you still have $0.90 left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is your life taking over you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you given up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you surrendered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know there was a difference between the two?&lt;br /&gt;(Giving up and Surrendering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you told GOD thank you; NOT just for everything good in your life, but just "Thank you, ANYHOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you showed GOD how much you loved HIM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think HE would be pleased with how you showed him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you let GOD know that you appreciate HIM for HIM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you letting your "Light" shine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can people see it from miles away or is it dim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you an "UNHEALTHY CHRISTIAN?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--A "FAT CHRISTIAN" not truly exercising all that you receive from your pastor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is your pastor TRULY feeding you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your shepherd know you by name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is your pastor truly preaching the TRUTH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you proud of who you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you believe in yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can GOD look down on you and say, "Well Done!"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you or did you answer ANY of these questions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to tell me any of your answers! Ask yourself these questions! I'm not gonna lie and say that my life is perfect. I've messed up in my life; I've been low in my own valley; I've made mistakes; I've been through the heat and I've been through the fire. I know how it is! I've been alone. Satan has had my life; but GOD was always there. I'm not condemning you; I'm not telling you that I'm better than you. I pray that you don't think I'm being a hypocrite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm gonna leave it up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW MY GOD...Do You Know Yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK MATE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-5127056274800045091?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/5127056274800045091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=5127056274800045091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/5127056274800045091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/5127056274800045091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/08/mind-check-v-questions.html' title='Mind Check V: Questions'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-8636897107038729977</id><published>2008-08-15T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T01:17:06.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Check IV: HIS GOODNESS</title><content type='html'>You should know just by the title of this one what I'm about to type about. I started this blog at 12:37AM on Friday, August 15, 2008 because I woke up from a sleep and realized that I hadn't prayed yet; that I couldn't go back to sleep; and that I needed to type this up. Funny ain't it? Yeah, I know. So, here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On yesterday, before I went to sleep and after I finished working on the slide show for Orna's play, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kennethcummingsphotography.com/daughtersofdeception.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://kennethcummingsphotography.com/images/DOD%20Title.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got down on my knees and began to pray. Now, I know the dictionary has it's own definition of prayer, but to me...prayer is something much deeper than what it says; to me prayer is that time you get to actually talk to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;: whether you're asking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; a question; thanking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; for everything in your life; telling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; how much you love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;. I viewed the definition on &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Prayer"&gt;Dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt; and, well, let me just say that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PRAYER&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WORSHIP&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO DIFFERENT THINGS&lt;/span&gt;! But that's a WHOLE'NOTHER blog! Ya feel me? Yeah, I'll school you on the difference between &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"WORSHIP"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"PRAISE"&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"PRAYER"&lt;/span&gt;...yeah, they're all to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;...but they're three different things...but let me get back on subject before I start preaching again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I got on my knees and began to just start Thanking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;! I let &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; know that I appreciated &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; for my life; for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt; love; for all that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE'S&lt;/span&gt; done for me. I didn't begin to ask &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; for anything until later in the prayer because sometimes I acutally feel as though I'm NOT worthy to ask &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; for anything! BUT...BUT...BUT...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; is the supplier of all that I need. So why not ask &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; for what I want? He ALWAYS has an answer--and THAT'S another blog as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to HIS GOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an IM via text from a &lt;a href="http://www.zphib1920.org/"&gt;Soror&lt;/a&gt; of mine that I've become good friends with. She's been going through a whole lot but I let her know that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; has and had everything in control! She let me know that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; had shown her somethings in her life and because she finally realized her faults and actually started to change...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; met her all the way and opened doors that she thought wouldn't be open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v285/17/112/64500340/n64500340_31042878_2899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v285/17/112/64500340/n64500340_31042878_2899.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, when you surrender to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; and actually accept your faults and let &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; know that you see what's wrong; and then you begin to truly want to change your ways...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I GARUNTEE YOU&lt;/span&gt; that if you truly, deep down in your heart WANT to change and you ask &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; to meet you half way...HE will meet you MORE THAN! How do I know? Well...let me ask you this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HOW DO YOU THINK I GRADUATED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The prayer, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Lord, I WILL..."&lt;/span&gt; with a sincere heart, will get you FAR! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; met me more than half-way MANY times while at &lt;a href="http://www.tnstate.edu/"&gt;TSU&lt;/a&gt; Now, I have that piece of paper that you see in the pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; for granted! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD IS REAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; gives us the choice rather or not to listen to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;; do what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; says; follow &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt; word; stay in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt; will...etc. Now, I'm not saying that I'm perfect or that I will ever BE perfect; however, I realize the mistakes I've made (and I've made MANY) and I know that I don't want to go down the path that leads me to death. As many mistakes that I have made, I SHOULD be dead; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT GOD&lt;/span&gt; has something MORE for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to one of my frat brothers today. D.T., truly a brother to me--long before &lt;a href="http://www.pbs1914.org/"&gt;Phi Beta Sigma&lt;/a&gt;. I've known him since elementary school. He gave me a call and let me know that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; has me and that I'm taken care of...but I also let him know that all of the stuff he was telling me to tell himself! It truly is something else when you can preach to others, but the words that you say are the words that YOU need for yourself! I love my brothers of Zeta Alpha even though we do stupid stuff, but I appreciate him giving me that call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD'S GOODNESS&lt;/span&gt; is in the air. It's up to you to breathe it in. Trust me, it is the best smell in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK MATE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-8636897107038729977?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/8636897107038729977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=8636897107038729977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/8636897107038729977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/8636897107038729977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/08/mind-check-iv-his-goodness.html' title='Mind Check IV: HIS GOODNESS'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-7395514866871981722</id><published>2008-08-14T04:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T04:37:38.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Check III: Appreciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com/"&gt;Dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt; defines the word as: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gratitude; thankful recognition;&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the act of estimating the qualities of things and giving them their proper value&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today has been a day of wondering if I'm &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Appreciation"&gt;APPRECIATED&lt;/a&gt;...and let me let you know: I DO feel &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Appreciation"&gt;APPRECIATED&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time someone tells me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"I Love You."&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Thank you, Kenny (or hun, babe, etc.)"&lt;/span&gt; I feel the &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Appreciation"&gt;APPRECIATION&lt;/a&gt; that is due me. Why am I writing this blog about this certain word? Well three things in particular: A note on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; by my friend Kiana; the love for my photography from all my friends; and the thanks I got today from my friend Orna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v188/17/112/64500340/n64500340_30872209_221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v188/17/112/64500340/n64500340_30872209_221.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kiana tagged me in a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; note tonight; she went back through all four years of her life at &lt;a href="http://www.tnstate.edu/"&gt;TSU&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.tnstate.edu/"&gt;Tennessee State University&lt;/a&gt;--not Texas Southern like a lot of people think, LOL--I had to throw that in!) She mentioned many of her friends, and although I wasn't as close to her as her FUPM group of friends, I still felt &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Appreciation"&gt;APPRECIATED&lt;/a&gt; when I saw that I was tagged and that she actually mentioned me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Road Trip&lt;/span&gt;" section, it reads: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Posing for Kenny's pics..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And then after I commented on the note, she said in a reply to my comment, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"that young man above me is doin BIG THINGS!!!! KENNY IS DAT DUDE!!!"&lt;/span&gt;  Yeah, I grinned hardadenamug! I felt the &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Appreciation"&gt;APPRECIATION&lt;/a&gt; of and for my friendship! Thanks Kiana!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My photography has gotten me to places that I never thought I would go; I've met people I never thought I would meet; and I want &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND NEED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to thank GOD for every time that I blink because I know that GOD has the power to shut my eyes for good! But he keeps them open for me; refreshed every time that I am able to see again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, Aug. 9, 2008&lt;/span&gt;, I drove up to&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v295/17/112/64500340/n64500340_31097716_142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 205px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v295/17/112/64500340/n64500340_31097716_142.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nashville to the Summer Graduation. Yeah, I took pics! I was the ONLY &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"non-worker"&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;a href="http://www.tnstate.edu/"&gt;Tennessee State University&lt;/a&gt; to walk on the floor and take pictures. I walked in with a swag that no one else had...as alumni! Oh...I forgot to mention that I know people! No one asked me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"who are you?"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why are you walking around on the floor?"&lt;/span&gt; The ushers were cool; TSUPD was cool; Dean Cade, Dr. Johnson, Dr. Clark, Dr. Glo-Jo all saw me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smiled&lt;/span&gt; and kept on about their business because they knew that I would be fine walking around and they &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Appreciation"&gt;APPRECIATE&lt;/a&gt; my work and knew that I would take some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FIYASSPICS!&lt;/span&gt; So I did and well, you can see them on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2041985&amp;amp;l=dd43d&amp;amp;id=64500340"&gt;Album I&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2041980&amp;amp;l=e2968&amp;amp;id=64500340"&gt;Album II&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Appreciation"&gt;APPRECIATION&lt;/a&gt; for my photography when I wake up to 20something comments on an album. I feel the &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Appreciation"&gt;APPRECIATION&lt;/a&gt; when I see that my pictures are used as profile pictures on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;! I feel the &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Appreciation"&gt;APPRECIATION&lt;/a&gt; for my work...and to all of you that love my work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, in return, &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Appreciation"&gt;APPRECIATE&lt;/a&gt; YOU for viewing and loving what I do! I promise to you and to My GOD, that I will get better with it each and every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Appreciation"&gt;APPRECIATION&lt;/a&gt; for my photography, I get to work with others, like my friend Orna Jones. I worked with her all 2007-08 school year: from her as Miss TSU (from begining to end) to her as writer and director Orna C. Jones. A while back she gave me a call &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASKING ME&lt;/span&gt; to help her with her play once again. No...NOT at &lt;a href="http://www.tnstate.edu/"&gt;TSU&lt;/a&gt; but in DETROIT, MI! Yes! &lt;a href="http://kennethcummingsphotography.com/daughtersofdeception.aspx"&gt;Daughters of Deception&lt;/a&gt;, a play that she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASKED&lt;/span&gt; me to help out with is going to a whole 'nother city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kennethcummingsphotography.com/images/DOD%20Poster%20Final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://kennethcummingsphotography.com/images/DOD%20Poster%20Final.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So just yesterday, she asked me to add some updates to the &lt;a href="http://kennethcummingsphotography.com/daughtersofdeception.aspx"&gt;Daughters of Deception&lt;/a&gt; website. I host it on my website &lt;a href="http://www.kennethcummingsphotography.com/"&gt;kenneth cummings photography [dot] com&lt;/a&gt; I told her that I would create a slide show to help out with the publicity for the play. She basically told me to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Be Creative"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I did...and now, it's on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZ0vrvOhIsk"&gt;YouTube!&lt;/a&gt; ready for the world to see! (I enjoy what I do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orna &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Appreciation"&gt;APPRECIATES&lt;/a&gt; my work and she knows that I won't let her down! And for that, Orna, in return, I &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Appreciation"&gt;APPRECIATE&lt;/a&gt; you for the trust you put into me for my creativity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more of you out there that &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Appreciation"&gt;APPRECIATE&lt;/a&gt; me and to all of you that do, I, in return &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Appreciation"&gt;APPRECIATE&lt;/a&gt; YOU for ALL THAT YOU'VE DONE FOR ME! From my "&lt;a href="http://www.tsumeter.com/"&gt;The Meter&lt;/a&gt;" family to 3 of my favorite women from Freshmen year, Ashley, Chris, and Rae (Rickey Loves Ya!); from my 2004 Sheffield co-graduates to everyone that comments on my pics, voted for me in the &lt;a href="http://www.capturememphis.com/people/KCPhoto"&gt;Capture Memphis&lt;/a&gt; contest etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I type all of this to say, learn to &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Appreciation"&gt;APPRECIATE&lt;/a&gt; each other! Stop letting each other down. I know that this is a tough world to live in, but I know that if you learn to just &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Appreciation"&gt;APPRECIATE&lt;/a&gt; then things won't be as bad as they are...I'm not saying everything will be perfect...but when you learn to &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Appreciation"&gt;APPRECIATE&lt;/a&gt; then the one that you &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Appreciation"&gt;APPRECIATE&lt;/a&gt; will do things for you; will be there when you need them i.e. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Have you let &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIM &lt;/span&gt;know how much you &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Appreciation"&gt;APPRECIATE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; being there for you? waking you up? keeping you safe at night and all through out the day? Try it and watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I Love Ya'll!!! I'll be back later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECKMATE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-7395514866871981722?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/7395514866871981722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=7395514866871981722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/7395514866871981722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/7395514866871981722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/08/mind-check-iii-appreciation.html' title='Mind Check III: Appreciation'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-4309462772158128497</id><published>2008-08-13T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T15:08:56.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Check II-A: My Kind of Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wake up every morning asking myself: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What Pulitzer winning shot will I take today?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I had to come back because of this picture right here! It made me laugh my ass off!!! This is a picture that will actually lead me to another post that I will do in the future. I'm still working on it. Maybe you'll figure it out after seeing this pic! You ready....ok...here's the pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/share_redirect.php?h=b5301ac8b88dea8216e6e1d7d1b4c1a7&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fi34.tinypic.com%2F1491ahh.jpg&amp;amp;sid=24218106450"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.facebook.com/share_redirect.php?h=b5301ac8b88dea8216e6e1d7d1b4c1a7&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fi34.tinypic.com%2F1491ahh.jpg&amp;amp;sid=24218106450" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LET'S GO USA!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK &amp;amp; MUHPHUCKIN' MATE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-4309462772158128497?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/4309462772158128497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=4309462772158128497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/4309462772158128497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/4309462772158128497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/08/mind-check-ii-my-kind-of-picture.html' title='Mind Check II-A: My Kind of Picture'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-7275286229620293222</id><published>2008-08-13T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T13:54:57.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Check II: It's Morning</title><content type='html'>Well, afternoon for me. I'm just waking up a couple of minutes ago; thanked GOD for life and my happiness; and to a couple of text messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blackpoolbingo.co.uk/newsletters/weekly/images/smiley-teeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.blackpoolbingo.co.uk/newsletters/weekly/images/smiley-teeth.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The one that really made me smile is the fact that my God-sister is having a baby!!! I'm so happy for my lil niece or nephew that's about to come into this world in 2009! I'm finna be another Uncle!!! She and I joke about how the pictures I take of the three of them will be worth more than Branjalina's Twins! I can't wait!!! Where ever I am, and if I'm working, I'm taking off just to go see them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Big Smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/SKMt04V9a0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/KoBc1YbX-84/s1600-h/IMG_5046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/SKMt04V9a0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/KoBc1YbX-84/s200/IMG_5046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234077578435586882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's Wednesday, and that means, "Keeping It Real Bible Study" is tonight at &lt;a href="http://www.olivetbc.com/"&gt;The New Olivet Baptist Church&lt;/a&gt; were Dr. Kenneth T. Whalum, Jr. is pastor--the REALest Pastor in the city of Memphis...and slick in the state of Tennessee! I've been to other churches in Memphis, TN; Martin, TN; Knoxville, TN; and in Nashville, TN...but NONE of them come CLOSE to the realness of Pastor Whalum, Jr. If only ya'll knew how real it is in that building at 3084 Southern Ave. It's a church were if you come ONCE and hear the realness of the word, you would either come back or not. Why? Well, once you hear it, you KNOW that you can do better and if you go out into the world and not do better, you'll remember the WORD from my pastor and begin to wonder, "what now?" It's kinda hard to understand...but I always tell my friends, that if gas wasn't so high, I would have driven back to Memphis EVERY Sunday for church in Memphis! There's no place like home, ya dig? He's what I call the "Real American Pastor" Just check the pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope ya'll enjoyed the first blog I did on the &lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/"&gt;Olympics&lt;/a&gt;. I'll be back with more blogs too. I plan on doing this when I first wake up and before I go to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Love ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until later...Check Mate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-7275286229620293222?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/7275286229620293222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=7275286229620293222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/7275286229620293222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/7275286229620293222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/08/mind-check-ii-its-morning.html' title='Mind Check II: It&apos;s Morning'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/SKMt04V9a0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/KoBc1YbX-84/s72-c/IMG_5046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8148135900979790234.post-1599483874803696206</id><published>2008-08-13T01:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T02:58:28.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Check I: My First Blog on Here (Olympics Day 4)</title><content type='html'>So yeah, I'm kicking it right now in my house and I'm watching the encore of the Olympics and I must say, I've NEVER been this much into the Olympics before in my life. I've been watching ALL the events: Swimming (Relays and Individual), Gymnastics, Volleyball (Beach and Floor), and Platform Diving (Sync and Individual) ALL of which have been hella exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firts off, and this just happened: The Inspirational Olympic commericals...is that the voice of Morgan Freeman??? If so, he heals QUICKLY! I mean, I'm glad he's doing ok, but wow! Did they already know that Phelps was gonna be the GREATEST Olympian in the history of the XXIX Olympics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.yimg.com/a/p/sp/getty/d0/fullj.ff5cd105960ed18afa5dc1beef4f65ef/ff5cd105960ed18afa5dc1beef4f65ef-getty-oly-2008-swimming-4x200m-freestyle_relay-podium-usa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://d.yimg.com/a/p/sp/getty/d0/fullj.ff5cd105960ed18afa5dc1beef4f65ef/ff5cd105960ed18afa5dc1beef4f65ef-getty-oly-2008-swimming-4x200m-freestyle_relay-podium-usa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shout out to Phelps! (I swear, they need to get off the whole Performance Enhancing Drug thing too! Can people just take the fact that, hey, maybe these athletes are doing their thing??? But yeah...anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second: Those Chinese diving in the Syn Diving...have you SEEN those girls and guys? I mean, from the side, they look like ONE person; and when they cut through that damn water...it's like ONE little droplet of watter! CRAZINESS!!!! Shout out to them for that because I sure as hayle couldn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third: Has ANYONE else see the way Alicia Sacramone bites her lip when she's either concentrating or upset or even when she's in action? I HAVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.yimg.com/a/p/sp/getty/4d/fullj.c495232a7232bfaa195d2bea5fefc4f6/c495232a7232bfaa195d2bea5fefc4f6-getty-oly-2008-gymnastics-team-final-usa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://d.yimg.com/a/p/sp/getty/4d/fullj.c495232a7232bfaa195d2bea5fefc4f6/c495232a7232bfaa195d2bea5fefc4f6-getty-oly-2008-gymnastics-team-final-usa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey, it's my mind right? I think it's hot! I watched the Gymnastic competition and they did the best they could do! Shout out to them as well because I sure as hell couldn't do all that stretchin' and flexin' and all that sutff!  I wish she had've smiled at the medal ceremony though...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.yimg.com/a/p/sp/getty/a7/fullj.b1d2df684dca129db624c10e81cd4abb/b1d2df684dca129db624c10e81cd4abb-getty-81972834mh016_olympics_day_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://d.yimg.com/a/p/sp/getty/a7/fullj.b1d2df684dca129db624c10e81cd4abb/b1d2df684dca129db624c10e81cd4abb-getty-81972834mh016_olympics_day_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to the USA Women's gymnastic team (I'm still a big fan of the 1996 women though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forth: Katie Hoff--she be lookin' so sad in the water when the races are over. I feel so bad for her sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/rids/20080811/i/r4290511580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/rids/20080811/i/r4290511580.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, she's got two medals! It's better than my count of 0! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth: Whiskey Tango Foxtrot is up with Tim Daggett?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.slate.com/media/1/123125/2104730/2105028/2105029/040820_TimDaggett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img2.slate.com/media/1/123125/2104730/2105028/2105029/040820_TimDaggett.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yeah...the dude with the alto voice commentating the gymnastics...WTF's up with him? He gets on my nerves; he's always criticizing the teams. I mean...sometimes, I wish he AND that woman would shut the hell up! Let the people do what they do or take your asses out there and do all that stuff! DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not enough. Not enough in my opinion." Tim Dagget;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that after one of the US Gymnast made a 16.900. Shidd...it's better than some! And he can't blame the girls; check the judges! I always look forward to hearing his criticizing ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...more Olympics to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Go USA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back with more Mind Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Olympic Photos provided by Yahoo Sports/Getty Images; Daggett photo provided by img2.slate.com)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148135900979790234-1599483874803696206?l=blucanon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/feeds/1599483874803696206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8148135900979790234&amp;postID=1599483874803696206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/1599483874803696206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8148135900979790234/posts/default/1599483874803696206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blucanon.blogspot.com/2008/08/mind-check-my-first-blog-on-here.html' title='Mind Check I: My First Blog on Here (Olympics Day 4)'/><author><name>MindCheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11755311557223365412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HEpjpPcYLKM/TAciZxfQuZI/AAAAAAAAADE/F2q4cMzkgTk/S220/24531_1378956801786_1467896018_1012913_7823948_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
