<?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-19361330</id><updated>2011-12-27T09:41:35.824-06:00</updated><category term='Dad'/><title type='text'>Cee...Level</title><subtitle type='html'>It's all about Me: 

I talk about my family, friends, and pets.  I post my opinions, my political views, some favorite music, and silly jokes.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>206</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-6519294287203000536</id><published>2011-12-27T09:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T09:41:35.851-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Many Blessings</title><content type='html'>Wow, December 27th already? &amp;nbsp;Where has the year gone? &amp;nbsp;So many things have happened this year. &amp;nbsp;My life doesn't come close to resembling what it was a mere 12 months ago. &amp;nbsp;New husband, new grandson, heck finally even new bedroom furniture! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was wonderful. Despite having an allergic reaction that shut both my eyes for a most of Christmas Eve, I managed to put on the usual Christmas spread. &amp;nbsp;Spoke with my Aunts and Uncle who live too far away, and even managed to snuggle both my babies at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my Mac into Apple for repairs. &amp;nbsp;Thought it was going to be a whopper of a bill, but what do you know, the logic board was covered, and I didn't pay a dime. &amp;nbsp;Apple has brought my loyalty so many times over. &amp;nbsp;Their customer service is well worth the price of their products. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a few days off just to rest up and get some things done around the house. &amp;nbsp;I've got that end of the year burn out thing going on so I plan to stay home as much as possible. &amp;nbsp;Steroids have me a little hyper (need them to combat the allergy), and so sleep is not something that comes easily or stays long. &amp;nbsp;So glad I can work from home for the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and mine are wishing you and yours a very positive, fulfilling and healthy 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay&amp;nbsp;blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-6519294287203000536?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/6519294287203000536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=6519294287203000536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/6519294287203000536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/6519294287203000536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-many-blessings.html' title='So Many Blessings'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-4594945670431262494</id><published>2011-11-25T17:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T17:10:37.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family dynamics</title><content type='html'>This has been my daily prayer for the past two weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord save me from them and them from each other.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama, misery, victims, jealousy, mentally unbalanced, angry, entitled, snarky, manipulating, spoiled, whining, martyrdom. &amp;nbsp;Just a few of the adjectives that immediately come to mind when I think of the last 6-8 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seem to have our moments of happiness in-between all the above, when (at least to my way of thinking), it should be the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a perfect person, I don't even strive to be. &amp;nbsp;I'd be content with...well content. &amp;nbsp;Took a good look at my life these past couple of weeks, and good gracious. &amp;nbsp;I went from being semi well adjusted (or what passes for it these days), to being frustrated, resentful, and just plain unhappy. &amp;nbsp;It's started to affect my health, and I'm not having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kicker is I've no one but myself to blame. &amp;nbsp;I have taken a seat at a table I've no business being. &amp;nbsp;Were these people strangers, I would have never accepted the invite to the dinner. &amp;nbsp;Truthfully, I realized this months, ago, but because I didn't want others to be upset I just kept eating way past the time I should have excused my self and gone home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying for extreme, and lasting patience, because the way I'm feeling, if I had strength, I'd cold cock every freaking one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on relocating my center. &amp;nbsp;Through it all I've never stopped counting and being thankful for my blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-4594945670431262494?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/4594945670431262494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=4594945670431262494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/4594945670431262494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/4594945670431262494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2011/11/family-dynamics.html' title='Family dynamics'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-5141399408674012292</id><published>2011-11-25T09:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T09:53:43.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Elijah is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Weighing in at 9.4 lbs he's a big'un. &amp;nbsp;I'm doubly blessed to have another Grandchild!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PI2UV2ht-K8/Ts-5nza7VwI/AAAAAAAADzE/UpgH3Mgo4zM/s1600/IMG_0036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PI2UV2ht-K8/Ts-5nza7VwI/AAAAAAAADzE/UpgH3Mgo4zM/s320/IMG_0036.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-65R8YPuZd7o/Ts-5qUfUnpI/AAAAAAAADzM/yaRfQXJ7J38/s1600/photo+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-65R8YPuZd7o/Ts-5qUfUnpI/AAAAAAAADzM/yaRfQXJ7J38/s320/photo+2.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Stay blessed,  &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-5141399408674012292?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/5141399408674012292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=5141399408674012292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/5141399408674012292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/5141399408674012292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2011/11/elijah-is-here.html' title='Elijah is here!'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PI2UV2ht-K8/Ts-5nza7VwI/AAAAAAAADzE/UpgH3Mgo4zM/s72-c/IMG_0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-6518514427926143305</id><published>2011-11-25T09:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T09:47:14.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Married!</title><content type='html'>Well, we did it, just as I said we would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wDiZkzXBXXs/Ts-4RklPAdI/AAAAAAAADys/t_bUmroXlNk/s1600/P1000197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wDiZkzXBXXs/Ts-4RklPAdI/AAAAAAAADys/t_bUmroXlNk/s320/P1000197.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aAo_rVxm26Y/Ts-4TaKCVfI/AAAAAAAADy0/ndzgXD6TXCo/s1600/P1000201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aAo_rVxm26Y/Ts-4TaKCVfI/AAAAAAAADy0/ndzgXD6TXCo/s320/P1000201.JPG" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1RAGyeueeOM/Ts-4bjUORsI/AAAAAAAADy8/BtZbxy05IcU/s1600/P1000222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1RAGyeueeOM/Ts-4bjUORsI/AAAAAAAADy8/BtZbxy05IcU/s320/P1000222.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay blessed,  &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-6518514427926143305?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/6518514427926143305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=6518514427926143305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/6518514427926143305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/6518514427926143305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2011/11/married.html' title='Married!'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wDiZkzXBXXs/Ts-4RklPAdI/AAAAAAAADys/t_bUmroXlNk/s72-c/P1000197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-5661507274553675713</id><published>2011-09-17T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T20:23:49.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Getting Married</title><content type='html'>Even I don't believe I'm writing those three words. &amp;nbsp;Me &amp;amp; the Mr. have had our ups and downs this past year. &amp;nbsp;Once I realized it was all part of merging two lives. &amp;nbsp;We went into our arrangement with the understanding that once the year was over and only if we thrived, we would get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the year is over, and we are getting married October 21st. &amp;nbsp;Wow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay blessed,  &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-5661507274553675713?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/5661507274553675713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=5661507274553675713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/5661507274553675713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/5661507274553675713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-getting-married.html' title='I&apos;m Getting Married'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-3822335993833178784</id><published>2011-08-14T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T19:15:12.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at the time!</title><content type='html'>Mac has been with me for a year and two days.  She's the ruler of my heart.  My granddaughter is very much her own person (at 3), and just 3 days ago, Faith joined our crew.  She's a cousin and so beautiful.  I wish her and her parents every happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally start school on Tuesday, and have actually started the materials and the paper due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both mom and Brother have moved here.  Mom is settled in and Brother is unsettled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, son going to be a Daddy again, this time to a little boy.  Exciting things happening the second 1/2 of 2011.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay blessed,  &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-3822335993833178784?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/3822335993833178784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=3822335993833178784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/3822335993833178784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/3822335993833178784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2011/08/look-at-time.html' title='Look at the time!'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-4896826838151183016</id><published>2011-06-30T21:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T21:51:21.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months gone already!</title><content type='html'>Wow, this year is flying by.  There have been so many changes in my life, that it's hard to remember what it was like last year this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still working on myself. My relationships, my patience, my job, my business, my weight, my dog training skills.  As I type this my 120 lb Great Dane is taking up 1/2 the floor.  She's a wee one compared to some of the others, which is good as we live in an apartment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkz_36NY1gg/Tg01okSx5rI/AAAAAAAADsM/3IZl4JMUcxA/s1600/IMG_0027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkz_36NY1gg/Tg01okSx5rI/AAAAAAAADsM/3IZl4JMUcxA/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to starting school next month.  I'll probably look back on this post and shake my head at my ignorance LOL.  I'm finally in the mindset where I'm ready to put in the work that's needed. NO MATTER WHAT.  I'm determined not to let outside forces sway me this time.  Slow and steady also wins the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a lot of people, have a few health bumps to smooth out.  Once again, I realize that the only person that can fix this is me.  It may take me a while to get it (12 years) but I've had my "aha" moment and am moving in and towards the positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, it's all good and positive in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay blessed,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;~~Cee~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-4896826838151183016?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/4896826838151183016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=4896826838151183016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/4896826838151183016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/4896826838151183016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2011/06/6-months-gone-already.html' title='6 months gone already!'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkz_36NY1gg/Tg01okSx5rI/AAAAAAAADsM/3IZl4JMUcxA/s72-c/IMG_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-5156386053934851746</id><published>2011-06-04T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T16:58:16.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Girl Needs a Theme Song</title><content type='html'>In the midst of home-improvement, a lot of self-improvement. Always a work in progress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/my_lMpDCrI0?hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay blessed,  &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-5156386053934851746?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/5156386053934851746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=5156386053934851746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/5156386053934851746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/5156386053934851746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2011/06/every-girl-needs-theme-song.html' title='Every Girl Needs a Theme Song'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/my_lMpDCrI0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-9186308914018886681</id><published>2011-05-31T20:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T20:30:24.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something is moving me forward</title><content type='html'>I have approximately 80 college credits.  Yep 80 from 6 different universities in 5 different cities/states, and then I stopped cold 12 years ago.  I've been thinking off and on about going back, filled out an online application, ordered a copy of a transcript.  That's as far as it went.  For some reason, I'm moving forward.  Not only have I completed the application, I paid up a past due fee, ordered all my transcripts, and yes even spoke with a counselor.  I'm a procrastinator, BIG TIME.  Yet today when something had to be signed and mailed, and I found myself w/o a stamp, I left the office, drove to the post office and not only purchased a stamp, but paid the extra 70 cents for delivery confirmation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what is propelling me forward, but I know that I'm moving in that direction, even when I don't feel like moving. Perhaps this is the time that I'll finish this college thing I started a few months after turning 17?  I have to admit, the prospect of a BA or BS in Business isn't all that appealing, as I've become disillusioned after working in several fields for the past 29 years.  However, it's a beginning of the ending, and it needs to be completed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I decide to go for the MA, I'll chose another field....not sure what, but probably not Business Administration/Management.  Maybe something exotic like Global Whoseys in Whatizdiggit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clearly remember a 14 wanting to be an attorney who represented children's rights.  Well, I am at least doing part of that as a Child Advocate.  Is it something I would do full time?  Hell is it something I can AFFORD to do full time without adding a lottery winning ticket?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see where this leads me.  I'm intrigued, and excited, not apprehensive in the least.  In the past when this force has persistently moved me, the outcome has been more than positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you have a good force moving you in the positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay blessed,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-9186308914018886681?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/9186308914018886681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=9186308914018886681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/9186308914018886681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/9186308914018886681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2011/05/something-is-moving-me-forward.html' title='Something is moving me forward'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-6276600752434412148</id><published>2011-05-30T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T15:51:41.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating or redecorating...what a headache</title><content type='html'>I've been in my current place for over a year.  Recently signed a 15 month lease so I decided to finish unpacking. LOL.  Yep you read that right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I started, I realized why I stopped.  I don't have places to put these things.  That means I have to go out and get them (or point and click them here).  OK so what do I need?  Great, now what style?  Transitional? Traditional? Contemporary? Eclectic?  Assembly required or built and delivered?  OY VEH!!!  Yes, that's the reason why a good deal of my stuff is still in boxes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay blessed, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-6276600752434412148?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/6276600752434412148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=6276600752434412148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/6276600752434412148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/6276600752434412148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2011/05/decorating-or-redecoratingwhat-headache.html' title='Decorating or redecorating...what a headache'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-5762849133963105913</id><published>2011-05-30T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T12:29:37.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're in my life because??????</title><content type='html'>People come into your life for a reason, a season or&lt;br /&gt;a lifetime. When you know which one it is, you will&lt;br /&gt;know what to do for that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is&lt;br /&gt;usually to meet a need you have expressed. They&lt;br /&gt;have come to assist you through a difficulty, to&lt;br /&gt;provide you with guidance and support, to aid you&lt;br /&gt;physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may&lt;br /&gt;seem like a godsend and they are. They are there&lt;br /&gt;for the reason you need them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at&lt;br /&gt;an inconvenient time, this person will say or do&lt;br /&gt;something to bring the relationship to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they act up and force you to take a&lt;br /&gt;stand. What we must realize is that our need has&lt;br /&gt;been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done.&lt;br /&gt;The prayer you sent up has been answered and&lt;br /&gt;now it is time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people come into your life for a SEASON,&lt;br /&gt;because your turn has come to share, grow or&lt;br /&gt;learn. They bring you an experience of peace or&lt;br /&gt;make you laugh. They may teach you something&lt;br /&gt;you have never done. They usually give you an&lt;br /&gt;unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real,&lt;br /&gt;but only for a season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons,&lt;br /&gt;things you must build upon in order to have a solid&lt;br /&gt;emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson,&lt;br /&gt;love the person and put what you have learned to use&lt;br /&gt;in all other relationships and areas of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay blessed,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-5762849133963105913?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/5762849133963105913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=5762849133963105913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/5762849133963105913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/5762849133963105913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2011/05/youre-in-my-life-because.html' title='You&apos;re in my life because??????'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-3144363311132771190</id><published>2011-05-28T18:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T18:38:22.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pride and Joy....yep here's MY baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Buhu92daRhs/TeGHXGuxtVI/AAAAAAAADrc/SGEFz6Ss8RM/s1600/IMG_0035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Buhu92daRhs/TeGHXGuxtVI/AAAAAAAADrc/SGEFz6Ss8RM/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay blessed,  &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-3144363311132771190?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/3144363311132771190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=3144363311132771190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/3144363311132771190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/3144363311132771190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-pride-and-joyyep-heres-my-baby.html' title='My Pride and Joy....yep here&apos;s MY baby'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Buhu92daRhs/TeGHXGuxtVI/AAAAAAAADrc/SGEFz6Ss8RM/s72-c/IMG_0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-3568145520565754621</id><published>2011-05-28T18:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T18:36:21.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I been left behind...or did they just go ahead?</title><content type='html'>Just a few of the people who loved and made me the woman I am today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-3568145520565754621?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/3568145520565754621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=3568145520565754621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/3568145520565754621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/3568145520565754621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2011/05/have-i-been-left-behindor-did-they-just.html' title='Have I been left behind...or did they just go ahead?'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zuEZMLIBudg/TeGGkJiaT4I/AAAAAAAADq0/9wJfg6pWhrg/s72-c/eleanor%2Baunt%2Beva%2Baunt%2Bsweetie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-8179119569230969045</id><published>2011-05-27T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T21:42:58.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MAC!!!</title><content type='html'>Here's my baby!  She's been with me for 9 months, and she's grown!  Something we didn't think she do as she was 3 years old!  She's filled out (gained 20 lbs) and is extremely possessive/protective of me. The skittish dog who was afraid of my home office exists no more.  She claims the couch as her bed and sleeps there most nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Judy Jones and the Great Dane Rescue of Southeast Texas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iW7DnRXxG_Y/TeBgO7KHNhI/AAAAAAAADqU/P75dAURZDyw/s1600/IMG_0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iW7DnRXxG_Y/TeBgO7KHNhI/AAAAAAAADqU/P75dAURZDyw/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jJ4bcruKOr4/TeBgPIexEzI/AAAAAAAADqc/wBXf0lvjoXo/s1600/IMG_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jJ4bcruKOr4/TeBgPIexEzI/AAAAAAAADqc/wBXf0lvjoXo/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vzKTME41wlo/TeBgPQYWLxI/AAAAAAAADqk/lqejVGQgwic/s1600/IMG_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vzKTME41wlo/TeBgPQYWLxI/AAAAAAAADqk/lqejVGQgwic/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8ogX8bkzw4M/TeBgPqtWeWI/AAAAAAAADqs/O66PRmArWEM/s1600/IMG_0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8ogX8bkzw4M/TeBgPqtWeWI/AAAAAAAADqs/O66PRmArWEM/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-8179119569230969045?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/8179119569230969045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=8179119569230969045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/8179119569230969045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/8179119569230969045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2011/05/mac.html' title='MAC!!!'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iW7DnRXxG_Y/TeBgO7KHNhI/AAAAAAAADqU/P75dAURZDyw/s72-c/IMG_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-6906646658943141929</id><published>2011-05-27T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T21:33:22.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Chapter</title><content type='html'>So I was sitting at my desk, paying company bills in SAP, and next thing I knew I had completed an admission application for college.  45 minutes later, I had spoken to two admissions counselors and started the process of transcript gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, I came home and began setting up the office to function as a classroom as well. (I'm taking online classes.)  I'm hoping to finish my BS in under two years, and then....we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been stagnant these past few months.  Aside from one case for Child Advocates, and sponsoring different people for different charitable efforts, I've not done much community service.  I think I'm feeling that it's time to achieve some of the dreams I have for myself.  Serious weight loss and attention to my health, and the completion of my degree are two goals I've had for the last 10 years.  Well, as my Granma would say, "Piss or get off the pot".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure working full time, making time to exercise, and being the logistician for the Global Women's Leadership Forum, having an exponentially growing business, and sharing my living space with my partner and a Great Dane will present challenges.  I even more sure I've no idea of the challenges.  However, I finally feel that I can meet these things head on and triumph.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-6906646658943141929?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/6906646658943141929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=6906646658943141929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/6906646658943141929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/6906646658943141929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2011/05/another-chapter.html' title='Another Chapter'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-2777177283541611710</id><published>2011-05-11T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T15:32:24.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 50</title><content type='html'>Truthfully, I've been 50 for almost a week.  So far, so bad. Was it because I asked for too much? A day at the beach and 50 hours of not doing anything for anyone?  Maybe it was opposite day.  What I got was a weekend of cleaning, shopping and cooking and serving.  Hell I even had to turn back because I forgot my own birthday cake!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there were some bright spots in the day. However, in this instance the bad so far outweighed the good, that I feel entitled to a do over LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll be able to look back and laugh.  I just think that day is YEARS away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meanwhile, I'll continue to count my blessings and give thanks to my Maker that I've lived to see 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-2777177283541611710?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/2777177283541611710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=2777177283541611710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/2777177283541611710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/2777177283541611710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2011/05/turning-50.html' title='Turning 50'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-3064244445864294942</id><published>2011-02-05T10:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T10:59:28.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how much my Fussalicious one has grown.  Here she is pictured with her best friend in pre-school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/TU1-wc3eO1I/AAAAAAAADpM/AwVMxwaFDm0/s1600/PICT0061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/TU1-wc3eO1I/AAAAAAAADpM/AwVMxwaFDm0/s320/PICT0061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-3064244445864294942?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/3064244445864294942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=3064244445864294942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/3064244445864294942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/3064244445864294942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2011/02/best-friends.html' title='Best Friends'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/TU1-wc3eO1I/AAAAAAAADpM/AwVMxwaFDm0/s72-c/PICT0061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-8421200235480051642</id><published>2011-02-04T10:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T10:26:11.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary J. Blige - Just Fine</title><content type='html'>Woo Hooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my friend Elizabeth for thinking of me when she saw this.  I'm so loving my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/G6ZjBPXSmnE?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote Maya Angelou "I wouldn't take nothing for my journey now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-8421200235480051642?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/8421200235480051642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=8421200235480051642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/8421200235480051642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/8421200235480051642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2011/02/mary-j-blige-just-fine.html' title='Mary J. Blige - Just Fine'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/G6ZjBPXSmnE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-6796984550740621962</id><published>2011-01-23T11:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T11:23:08.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...love liberates, it doesn't bind... - Maya Angelou</title><content type='html'>As you all know, my dad was murdered 17 years ago this week.  Hearing these words immediately made me think of him and all the wonderful men in my life.  My strength comes from the fabulous women who raised me.  They've loved me as well as taught me, it's ok to make mistake, just never give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a blessed woman since drawing my first breath, and with God's favor, death will find me the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-6796984550740621962?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/6796984550740621962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=6796984550740621962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/6796984550740621962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/6796984550740621962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-liberates-it-doesnt-bind-maya.html' title='...love liberates, it doesn&apos;t bind... - Maya Angelou'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-6729573521775762279</id><published>2011-01-16T20:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T20:43:19.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>January...always a rough month</title><content type='html'>9 years ago this week, I lost my best friend and cousin Leslie Ann Jones. 17 years ago this month I lost both my Granpa and my Dad. Still, after all this time, I go to the phone the call them.  Just to say "Hey! What's going on with you?"  Then it hits me again like a kick to the gut.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here now has me fighting back the tears, but also laughing at some of the fun time we shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember life is short.  Stop what you're doing, and let those who mean the world to you know it.  I was/am so blessed to have the strength, courage, and memories of Leslie, El Hajj, and Granpa to lean on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are thusly blessed as well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-6729573521775762279?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/6729573521775762279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=6729573521775762279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/6729573521775762279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/6729573521775762279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2011/01/januaryalways-rough-month.html' title='January...always a rough month'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-6470460164657387843</id><published>2011-01-03T23:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T20:44:35.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year and a New Chance to.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/TSKxkTvN2DI/AAAAAAAADoY/8t0cspMyDd0/s1600/PICT0070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/TSKxkTvN2DI/AAAAAAAADoY/8t0cspMyDd0/s320/PICT0070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/TSKxkX9LdmI/AAAAAAAADog/11HrkStPOQw/s1600/PICT0043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/TSKxkX9LdmI/AAAAAAAADog/11HrkStPOQw/s320/PICT0043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here with my feet up on the ottoman watching Pickers with RLW, I'm glad to made have it to this point.  The last two weeks of 2010 were frustrating and stressful.  So much so that I lost my center, and took the eye off the prize.  Let's just say that finding out closing on the NY place may not take place at all, put a crimp in my celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuss had a great Christmas, the bonus of being the only baby in the family. She's still too young to grasp the concept of Santa Claus, or the birth of the baby Jesus.  However, she was overjoyed with her play kitchen.  I forgot to purchase food for the kitchen, and was pleasantly surprised to see her imagination kick into gear as she prepared meals for every one.  Dinner brought my cousins over and it was a terrific evening.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom moved into her new apartment 1.1.11.  It's really a cute place.  I'm hopeful that she's have a great life here in Houston.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RLW and I are plugging along.  As I said in an earlier post, meshing two lives is a process.  Thankfully, we're both committed to making this work so the drama factor is extremely low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more I want to say, but I just realized it's almost 11:30 and I need to get to bed.  Time to finish the tea, and call it's a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year ya'll.  Let's make 2011 a great one.  Be blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-6470460164657387843?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/6470460164657387843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=6470460164657387843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/6470460164657387843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/6470460164657387843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-and-new-chance-to.html' title='New Year and a New Chance to.....'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/TSKxkTvN2DI/AAAAAAAADoY/8t0cspMyDd0/s72-c/PICT0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-1859673573740148703</id><published>2010-12-11T23:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T23:08:07.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes...the stuff that makes life interesting.</title><content type='html'>Well here we are at T-6 and counting until my Mom relocates. Preparing for her arrival, the holidays, and putting on a holiday party for the job is challenging.  Although I do enjoy Christmas Day, the commercial frenzy has diminished my joy in the season itself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bouncing baby boy turned 22 last week. Wow, has it really been that long?  His paternal Grandma came out to celebrate with him. I'm tickled that they are getting to know each other and enjoying the process so much. We went bowling with a group of family members from both sides.  Yes even my Fuss bowled...heck she bowled a better game than I did. Sadly, that isn't hard to do, even for a two year old. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 3 months and 7 days since RLW moved and I started living together. Let's just say it's a process, and leave it at that. He and JB have bonded and it's wonderful to see the respect and affection they have for each other...off the basketball court LOL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McKenna is healthy and as lively as ever.  Still bouncing around the house like the tiny puppy she's not. She and Fuss are still working out their ownership of my lap. I try not to get involved until it become a full-fledged shoving match.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's late, and the office still needs to be taken down and turned into a bedroom for the next two weeks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you and yours a joyous, healthy and prosperous Season.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/TQRYhUSvWnI/AAAAAAAADoA/LrbDSvy6cxA/s1600/Scan+103380000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/TQRYhUSvWnI/AAAAAAAADoA/LrbDSvy6cxA/s320/Scan+103380000.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-1859673573740148703?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/1859673573740148703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=1859673573740148703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/1859673573740148703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/1859673573740148703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2010/12/changesthe-stuff-that-makes-life.html' title='Changes...the stuff that makes life interesting.'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/TQRYhUSvWnI/AAAAAAAADoA/LrbDSvy6cxA/s72-c/Scan+103380000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-8111837082149842517</id><published>2010-11-25T00:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T00:55:19.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2010</title><content type='html'>Wow is this year really so close to being over? &amp;nbsp;It seemed while I was going through all the drama that the day would never end, much less an entire year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for so many things, that I can't list them all. &amp;nbsp;My family has managed to hang on to all it's members, despite Uncle Tommy's cancer. &amp;nbsp;He got a clean bill of health a few weeks ago. &amp;nbsp;God is so good all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Girlfriends are yet another source of strength. &amp;nbsp;They have prayed me through so many bad times this past year. &amp;nbsp;I can't imagine not being able to lean on them, and hopefully they know I'm here praying for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McKenna has settled in to her routine. &amp;nbsp; Darn Dane thinks she's a puppy and at any given time starts bounding and jumping around like she's 10 lbs instead of 110 lbs. &amp;nbsp;She and Fuss have their moments, and even though Mac tries to push her around (literally) my 2 year old grand daughter is having none of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son has been a constant source of amazement. &amp;nbsp;God has made him into a fine, responsible young man. &amp;nbsp;He loves the stuffing out of his daughter, and the feeling is returned one thousand fold. &amp;nbsp;Reminds me of how I idolized my own Dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom will soon relocate here, and I'm sure that will bring many more challenges and opportunities. &amp;nbsp;I'm hoping she'll like her new home town and love it here as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, even though I'm not "officially" cooking, I do have my collards on the back burner and my sweet potato pie in the oven. &amp;nbsp;Time to check on them. &amp;nbsp;Have a blessed, happy Thanksgiving. &amp;nbsp;Cherish the good people in your life over any material things you may or may not have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/TO4IQm3aawI/AAAAAAAADn8/r8h1i-NxYkM/s1600/IMG_1043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/TO4IQm3aawI/AAAAAAAADn8/r8h1i-NxYkM/s320/IMG_1043.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sending love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-8111837082149842517?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/8111837082149842517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=8111837082149842517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/8111837082149842517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/8111837082149842517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-2010.html' title='Thanksgiving 2010'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/TO4IQm3aawI/AAAAAAAADn8/r8h1i-NxYkM/s72-c/IMG_1043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-3464376629762635814</id><published>2010-11-14T22:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T22:37:47.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it is a mere 3 months later</title><content type='html'>and I've since picked up a fiancee and no desire whatsoever to plan a wedding.  A 23 minute talk with my Mom and my cousin convinced me that I was not even close wanting to fight over details.  After the the 5th "you don't want that" and "oh no, you can't do that", was sorry I even mentioned a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my "young" man and I are off to the Justice of the Peace at some point. At some point in the future, we will or won't have a reception.  I'm still holding out for a party outside where our two families can informally mix/mingle and get to know each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, we can just take the $$ and go on a cruise, which is what he really wants to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-3464376629762635814?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/3464376629762635814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=3464376629762635814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/3464376629762635814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/3464376629762635814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2010/11/here-it-is-mere-3-months-later.html' title='Here it is a mere 3 months later'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-2945326593759075600</id><published>2010-08-23T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:24:52.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is truly amazing</title><content type='html'>This weekend showed me again, just when you think you know something, it's not so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very dear friend of mine has a fear of driving long distances on the interstate. &amp;nbsp;For years, she'd say she was coming, and would later recant. &amp;nbsp;Well I thought that this weekend would be more of the same. &amp;nbsp;So instead of cleaning for company, I did the opposite. I took the house apart (moved furniture, cleaned out cabinets) in general made a huge mess of the place. &amp;nbsp;Well lo and behold, guess who made it down the interstate! &amp;nbsp;So I had her over in a topsy turvy house. &amp;nbsp;We later went to see another GF that I'm ashamed to say I hadn't seen in 2 years, despite living 10 minutes away.&amp;nbsp;I'm so damned proud of my Maris, I still break out in a smile when I think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been talking via cyberspace and Ma Bell to an old friend from 30 years ago. We met my freshman year in college. We would stay up all night talking about many different topics. &amp;nbsp;After two months we&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;started "seeing" each other. &amp;nbsp;When I didn't return for my sophomore year, we lost contact. &amp;nbsp;Reconnected 30 years later via Facebook, and it was as if we had just talked the day before. &amp;nbsp;We still talk about any and everything under the sun. Yesterday, we finally got to see one another F2F. &amp;nbsp;No tension &amp;nbsp;or nervousness. &amp;nbsp;It was a great day. &amp;nbsp;Ain't Facebook amazing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's days like the past two that let me know just how truly blessed I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you can say the same,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-2945326593759075600?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/2945326593759075600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=2945326593759075600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/2945326593759075600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/2945326593759075600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-is-truly-amazing.html' title='Life is truly amazing'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-4695207143485978326</id><published>2010-08-15T20:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T20:50:15.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>McKenna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/TGiUx3J6pmI/AAAAAAAADnE/GrSSCQljAUs/s1600/IMG_0845.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/TGiUx3J6pmI/AAAAAAAADnE/GrSSCQljAUs/s320/IMG_0845.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Here's my newest "baby". &amp;nbsp;Her name is McKenna. &amp;nbsp;She's 3 years old and a rescued Great Dane. &amp;nbsp;A little underweight due to her previous owner using her only to breed and not feeding her enough. &amp;nbsp;She's beautiful, house trained, and a couch potato LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/TGiYxAy553I/AAAAAAAADnM/rxkGYZ4Tc_U/s1600/IMG_0840.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/TGiYxAy553I/AAAAAAAADnM/rxkGYZ4Tc_U/s320/IMG_0840.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;She's brought new joy to my life, and I'm hoping to bring love and security to hers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'm so very blessed. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure you can say the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-4695207143485978326?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/4695207143485978326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=4695207143485978326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/4695207143485978326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/4695207143485978326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2010/08/mckenna.html' title='McKenna'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/TGiUx3J6pmI/AAAAAAAADnE/GrSSCQljAUs/s72-c/IMG_0845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-4245391052584438191</id><published>2010-08-07T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T22:31:06.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good for me</title><content type='html'>I got news yesterday that I do not have breast cancer. Two mammograms and one ultra sound confirmed that the girls are just dense, not lumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funnily enough, I wasn't worried, I was able to give it over to God and not worry about it. &amp;nbsp;How liberating and freeing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a mid year review, and I'm doing ok according to my manager. &amp;nbsp;I start my new case with Child Advocates next week. &amp;nbsp;Really wish there wasn't a need for people who do my job there. However, I will do everything in my power to ensure my new clients are taken care of and that their best interests are represented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day, started out at the Bark Park with some Great Danes, Fuss and Crew were there as well. &amp;nbsp;Later drove out to the airport to look at a possible dog to adopt. &amp;nbsp;Of course I'm deeply in love with her already. Not sure what's going to happen, but if my home is not for her, she will be taken care of by someone who will love her at least as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to finish unpacking the last of the boxes tomorrow, and yes I'm even going to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying that you are as blessed as I am. &amp;nbsp;More importantly, I hope you are giving thanks regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/TCghOmaACxI/AAAAAAAADls/WKTHauwItrE/s1600/IMG_0640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/TCghOmaACxI/AAAAAAAADls/WKTHauwItrE/s320/IMG_0640.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-6160898117886569687?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/6160898117886569687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=6160898117886569687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/6160898117886569687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/6160898117886569687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2010/06/theres-storm-acomin.html' title='There&apos;s a storm a&apos;comin!'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/TCghOmaACxI/AAAAAAAADls/WKTHauwItrE/s72-c/IMG_0640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-5747786169295768317</id><published>2010-06-27T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T23:10:14.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith, Biblical Interpretation, and a Good Friend</title><content type='html'>I recently reconnected with a friend from my past. Surprisingly we seemed to pick up where we left in terms of conversation and being at ease with each other.  In fact, life and all it's lessons make it easier for us to relate as there is none of that teenaged angst thing going on LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway one of the things I enjoy discussing with him is &lt;gasp&gt; religion.  The original bad boy has a knowledge of the bible that astounds me.  I am not a person who attends church regularly, yet my belief, faith, reliance on God and all He is has always been strong.  What surprises me is my friend being in agreement on the bible being taught according to the interpretation of the religious figure.  I don't ever remember anyone agreeing with that premise, much less the willingness to see another point of view &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you have someone who you can discuss all sorts of things with as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessedly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-5747786169295768317?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/5747786169295768317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=5747786169295768317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/5747786169295768317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/5747786169295768317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2010/06/faith-biblical-interpretation-and-good.html' title='Faith, Biblical Interpretation, and a Good Friend'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-6941957531283624365</id><published>2010-05-21T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T18:47:30.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Hell?</title><content type='html'>http://bit.ly/aXyJtP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it's more important to rewrite history than to create a new future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-6941957531283624365?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/6941957531283624365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=6941957531283624365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/6941957531283624365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/6941957531283624365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-hell.html' title='What the Hell?'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-4095716180996305848</id><published>2010-05-10T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:56:59.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Come? 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I watch Fuss and &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; play with her "ball game", I received lots of kisses and hugs and big laughs. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;My trio came over and hung pictures, removed trash and even shopped for the items I forgot &amp;nbsp;(Did I mention I threw myself a combination birthday/housewarming/Mother's Day celebration?). &amp;nbsp;I got the most beautiful roses and an I Love Grandma paper weight. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;OK so I forgot to mention a few things. &amp;nbsp;However the bottom line is that I had a great 4 days! &amp;nbsp;I'm now ready to take on my next year of life. &amp;nbsp;God willing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;I am so very blessed. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure you can say the same if you really gave it some thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S-Pgol7QbTI/AAAAAAAADk0/weAHhFVcjds/s1600/Photo+on+2010-05-06+at+17.51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S-Pgol7QbTI/AAAAAAAADk0/weAHhFVcjds/s200/Photo+on+2010-05-06+at+17.51.jpg" width="187" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Blessed beyond measure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-3441784022085825489?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/3441784022085825489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=3441784022085825489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/3441784022085825489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/3441784022085825489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2010/05/49-and-counting.html' title='49 and counting'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S-Pgol7QbTI/AAAAAAAADk0/weAHhFVcjds/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-05-06+at+17.51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-1714674471010482284</id><published>2010-04-17T01:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T01:55:09.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed with family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S8lZQmTEMiI/AAAAAAAADj8/JXFqawmUvVE/s1600/IMG_0475.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S8lZQmTEMiI/AAAAAAAADj8/JXFqawmUvVE/s320/IMG_0475.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;In this picture are my Grandparents, Great Aunts, Aunties, Uncles, Mom, Step Dad, cousins, my brother and my good daughter. &amp;nbsp;I was so blessed with family to love and be loved by from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly 10 of these beautiful people have since passed on. &amp;nbsp;They left behind a wealth of love, wisdom, strength, and laughter for me to draw from when life is not giving me it's best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that are still with me are my touchstones. &amp;nbsp;My base, my heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have been or will be so blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S8lERunyLFI/AAAAAAAADj0/TUz5B9NBX0c/s1600/IMGP0888.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S8lERunyLFI/AAAAAAAADj0/TUz5B9NBX0c/s400/IMGP0888.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had to put my beloved dog Princess down.  It was just as hard as it was putting down Pooh Bear two years ago. On top of that I had an allergic reaction to the vet's office.  My eyes were swollen shut.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking that I'll see her poking around and getting into things she shouldn't.  She was a master at making herself seem smaller than she actually was when she was caught.  My mind knows she's in a better place, but my heart hurts from the hole that is left in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep well Princess.  I hope you and Pooh Bear are together again, and having the time of your after lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you soooooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-2028203249211927644?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/2028203249211927644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=2028203249211927644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/2028203249211927644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/2028203249211927644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2010/04/thursday-past.html' title='Thursday past'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S8lERunyLFI/AAAAAAAADj0/TUz5B9NBX0c/s72-c/IMGP0888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-3780707586204344199</id><published>2010-04-04T21:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:19:12.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2010</title><content type='html'>Not at all like I thought I'd spend the day, but it was a nice slow day. &amp;nbsp;Did some cleaning, packing, shopping, planting and watched a little HGTV. &amp;nbsp;Most of the day was spent with music and memories playing in the background and in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't reach my goal of having the entire upstairs cleaned and packed away. &amp;nbsp;The good part is that I will probably finish it up during the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Leaving you with a rendition of Crazy Love. &amp;nbsp;One of my favorite songs when sung, by Van Morrison, Aaron Neville, Ray Charles &amp;amp; Van Morrison and yes Brian McKnight&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QW4kSyY3le0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QW4kSyY3le0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping your Easter was/is as blessed as my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="background: transparent; 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border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-4684427283423954799?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/4684427283423954799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=4684427283423954799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/4684427283423954799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/4684427283423954799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2010/03/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed Feelings'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-8708823486158380388</id><published>2010-03-20T11:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T11:44:16.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don't get it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;While listening to a good friend talk about their life and adventures, this song came to mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fpYvAP3GEX4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fpYvAP3GEX4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;If your partner is not someone you can see spending the rest of your life with, then let go and move on. &amp;nbsp;The only thing I see here is one huge mess in the making. &amp;nbsp;When your partner finds out (and things done in the dark ALWAYS come to light), there is going to be hell to pay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;I'm beginning to feel like I'm amongst a very small number who believe that marriage = fidelity in both word and deed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;At the end of the day, is it really worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;Hoping your word is your bond,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-8708823486158380388?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/8708823486158380388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=8708823486158380388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/8708823486158380388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/8708823486158380388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-just-dont-get-it.html' title='I just don&apos;t get it'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-9003961988816782126</id><published>2010-03-17T17:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T17:16:52.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When I think of successful marriages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S6FT55aT86I/AAAAAAAADiY/9FT7xWaY38g/s1600-h/grandma+and+grandpa+city+island+1986.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S6FT55aT86I/AAAAAAAADiY/9FT7xWaY38g/s200/grandma+and+grandpa+city+island+1986.jpg" width="188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S6FQMoctTlI/AAAAAAAADiQ/Ie_vZHhasDI/s1600-h/grandma+and+grandpa+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S6FQMoctTlI/AAAAAAAADiQ/Ie_vZHhasDI/s200/grandma+and+grandpa+3.jpg" width="168" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandparents come to mind. &amp;nbsp;I listen to the stories my Aunts and Mom tell about growing up, and the "issues" that occurred. &amp;nbsp;I know it wasn't perfect, but to be able to remain married for 63 years is truly a triumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being in college and thinking even then, I want what Granma and Granpa have. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Perhaps that's why I never married? &amp;nbsp;I can honestly say that I never felt either of the two gentlemen who proposed marriage would be able to follow though on the promise of growing and building something that would span generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture was taken at a birthday celebration for my Granpa. &amp;nbsp;We all gathered at City Island in the Bronx. &amp;nbsp;This was one of the many, many happy times that make up my past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second picture was taken at the 50th wedding anniversary celebration for my Grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for you the same happiness and commitment to each other that Catherine and Arnold had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-9003961988816782126?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/9003961988816782126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=9003961988816782126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/9003961988816782126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/9003961988816782126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-i-think-of-successful-marriages.html' title='When I think of successful marriages'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S6FT55aT86I/AAAAAAAADiY/9FT7xWaY38g/s72-c/grandma+and+grandpa+city+island+1986.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-6990600993682296498</id><published>2010-03-13T00:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T00:09:19.111-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From my past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FNnkbsEeJ54&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FNnkbsEeJ54&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; 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font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; width: 680px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S5hbFYFJmUI/AAAAAAAADh0/Aq9mrVfR8bY/s1600-h/dscf0097.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S5hbFYFJmUI/AAAAAAAADh0/Aq9mrVfR8bY/s200/dscf0097.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Life isn't about keeping score. It's not about how many friends you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;have. Or how many people call you. Or how accepted or unaccepted you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;are. Not about if you have plans this weekend. Or if you're alone. It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;isn't about who you're dating, who you use to date, how many people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;you've dated, or if you've ever dated at all. It isn't about&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;who you have&lt;br /&gt;kissed. It's not about sex. It isn't about who your family&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;is or how&lt;br /&gt;much money they have. Or what kind of car you drive. Or where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;you're sent to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;It's not about how beautiful or ugly you are. Or what clothes you wear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;what shoes you have on, or what kind of music you listen to. It's not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;about the color of your hair. Or if your skin is too light or too dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Not about what grades you get, how smart you are, how smart everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;else thinks you are, or how smart standardized tests say you are. Or if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;this teacher likes you, or if this guy/girl likes you. Or what clubs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;you're in, or how good you are at your sport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;But life is about who you love and who you hurt. It's about who you make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;happy or unhappy purposefully. It's about keeping or betraying trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;It's about friendship, used as sanctity, or as a weapon. It's about what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;you say and mean, maybe hurtful, maybe heartening. It's about starting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;rumors and contributing to petty gossip. It's about what judgements&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;pass and why. And who your judgements are spread to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;It's about who you've ignored with full control and intention. It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;about jealousy, fear, pain, ignorance, and revenge. It's about carrying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;inner hate and love, letting it grow and spreading it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;But most of all, it's about using your life to touch or poison other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;people's hearts in such a way that could never have occurred alone.&lt;br /&gt;Only&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;you choose the way these hearts are affected . . .and those choices are what&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;life is all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; -- Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img align="middle" border="0" height="16" src="http://assets.feedblitz.com/images/feedblitz_logo_teeny.gif" title="This update is powered by FeedBlitz, www.feedblitz.com" width="51" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Be blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-7925037840927725255?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/7925037840927725255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=7925037840927725255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/7925037840927725255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/7925037840927725255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2010/03/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S5hbFYFJmUI/AAAAAAAADh0/Aq9mrVfR8bY/s72-c/dscf0097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-189468699930454638</id><published>2010-03-10T00:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T00:58:11.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark 4:39 (ESV)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S5dA45qtWLI/AAAAAAAADhk/V2CWayXD4UE/s1600-h/Photo+42.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S5dA45qtWLI/AAAAAAAADhk/V2CWayXD4UE/s200/Photo+42.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"And he awoke and rebuked the wind and said to the sea, "Peace! Be still!" And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with a young friend earlier today. I had spoken to her in the middle of last year, telling to stop handing things over to God and then taking them back.  I admit that it's still something that I struggle with from time to time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she turned my words back on me today with relish and glee.&amp;nbsp;She said to me the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;The relationship I keep saying I "should" want was being defined by forces outside myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was doing myself a disservice if I did not ignore those voices and instead listen to my inner voice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Until I did just that, I would not find "MY" mate, and pointed out (once again) her first husband was not her first love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's now married to her first love, and so very happily so.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's time to let go of the &amp;nbsp;"should" and keep an  open mind and accept what is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I already met "MY" mate, but I'm blocking the blessing that is right in front of me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'm not sure exactly how she figures/knows the last to be true, but since she had spoken words of wisdom moments earlier, I'm not discounting anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I heard the voice of &amp;nbsp;another friend earlier this evening, I "felt" the words "Peace! Be Still!", and a feeling of calm enveloped me.  Not sure exactly what's about to happen but I'm ready to be still, have an open mind and accept whatever blessing, in whatever form God has for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-189468699930454638?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/189468699930454638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=189468699930454638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/189468699930454638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/189468699930454638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2010/03/mark-439-esv.html' title='Mark 4:39 (ESV)'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S5dA45qtWLI/AAAAAAAADhk/V2CWayXD4UE/s72-c/Photo+42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-2311113392033511148</id><published>2010-03-06T12:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:47:40.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S5hnvXh3eoI/AAAAAAAADh8/DgyDW3Ihl-I/s1600-h/Scan+100310005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S5hnvXh3eoI/AAAAAAAADh8/DgyDW3Ihl-I/s200/Scan+100310005.jpg" width="165" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am blessed to be able to love unconditionally.  It brings me much comfort and great joy to do so.  I know the quality of my life has improved exponentially since opening myself up to this wonderful abundance of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The down side is when you love unconditionally, you hurt unconditionally for those who hurt. Today I find my GF and my brother KD heavy on my mind/heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "little" sister AW, is in a lot of emotional pain right now.  Not being able to bear some of it, hurts.  I am sending you love, hugs, my shoulder and anything else you can think of that will get you through this difficult period.  Put your faith in God, and lean on the support system He's given you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To KD I say, I've loved you from day one. This is a difficult season for you. Yes it seems long dark and at times scary, but I promise you it gets better.  God can do anything but fail.  Despite all the turmoil you are experiencing, He's provided you with blessings.  Your friends, our family, and yeah He's even plaguing you with me.  I love you so much, and just when you think you know how deep it runs, it increases a million times.  We cannot always carry the load by ourselves, and when you are ready to allow me to share it with you, I am here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed beyond measure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-2311113392033511148?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/2311113392033511148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=2311113392033511148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/2311113392033511148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/2311113392033511148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2010/03/loving.html' title='Loving'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S5hnvXh3eoI/AAAAAAAADh8/DgyDW3Ihl-I/s72-c/Scan+100310005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-1487522050788439843</id><published>2010-03-05T16:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T16:11:08.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Having it all?</title><content type='html'>Exactly what is this "all" we as women are supposed to have?  Since January I've been attempting to work my full time job, run a business, look after my Mom (who has had some health challenges lately), pack up an apartment so I can move, and negotiate a relationship.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in the midst of what used to be an extremely habitable place.  It's a wreck.  The upstairs doesn't look much better. The regular job is perking along, and I'm managing to squeeze in a few hours for the new biz as well.  My Mom is getting better, and my burgeoning relationship is going nowhere.  It's ok, I think we're better off as friends as we're almost the exact opposite of each other, including our work schedules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for you women who "successfully" juggle all of these things, what's the secret?  Maids and housekeepers?  Personal Assistants? For those who have mates and children to add to the mix, is it the Prozac that keeps you going LOL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you come visit me wear a hard hat and watch where you walk. Unfortunately, the one thing you won't be tripping over is "MY" man.  No need to be sad, it is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still so very, very blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-1487522050788439843?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/1487522050788439843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=1487522050788439843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/1487522050788439843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/1487522050788439843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2010/03/having-it-all.html' title='Having it all?'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-618005893767789367</id><published>2010-03-05T11:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T11:45:23.157-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning for a reason - For people undergoing chemo</title><content type='html'>If you know any woman currently undergoing chemo, please pass the word to her that there is a cleaning service that provides FREE housecleaning - 1 time per month for 4 months while she is in treatment. All she has to do is sign up and have her doctor fax a note confirming the treatment. Cleaning for a Reason will have a participating maid service in her zip code area arrange for the service.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cleaningforareason.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-618005893767789367?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/618005893767789367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=618005893767789367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/618005893767789367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/618005893767789367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2010/03/cleaning-for-reason-for-people.html' title='Cleaning for a reason - For people undergoing chemo'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-7216061452131039797</id><published>2010-03-04T23:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T23:06:40.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>This is the only picture of the 6 of us.  My cousin Tony passed when he was 10.  Since this was taken, we've lost Leslie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her lots, especially on days like today.  The Black Cowboys were on the campus today, and Leslie loved history.  To see and hear them talk would have made her week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping those whom you love, respect and admire are still with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S5CPSo2F5pI/AAAAAAAADg0/R2324HWhZes/s1600-h/Us.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S5CPSo2F5pI/AAAAAAAADg0/R2324HWhZes/s320/Us.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-7216061452131039797?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/7216061452131039797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=7216061452131039797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/7216061452131039797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/7216061452131039797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2010/03/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S5CPSo2F5pI/AAAAAAAADg0/R2324HWhZes/s72-c/Us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-53995994857635650</id><published>2010-03-04T11:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:51:16.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So if I release it to the Universe does it mean I'm giving up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S5hohh4KJrI/AAAAAAAADiE/rTYJyK85_fY/s1600-h/1bf37c1155d78dac80497d05cc1793fa.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S5hohh4KJrI/AAAAAAAADiE/rTYJyK85_fY/s200/1bf37c1155d78dac80497d05cc1793fa.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I'm sure you know, life can and is challenging.  That's what makes it so wonderful.  Of course not having anything else to compare it to makes me a bit biased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the beginning of 2010, I've led an up and down existence.  Like most have encountered a few financial challenges.  Concern over my Mom's health and my own dental surgeries have kept me busy on the medical front. My job has changed so far for its all good,  and my business is coming along. Professionally I guess you can say I'm doing ok.  Super busy, but still ok.  My family (one member in particular) has had the rug pulled out from under him, and I'll be honest, I'm a bit worried about that outcome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "love life"?  What love life? Met someone in the latter part of last year, and we hit it off.  While I really like him, the relationship is not the kind I can see sustaining either of us 6 months from now, much less 6 years from now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all that's going on, I've decided to release everything to the Universe.  Some folk call it giving it to God.  As I do this, I was wondering if it meant I was giving up or procrastinating on making hard decisions in the instances that need them.  I choose, as always to let the Higher Power guide me. For those who do not believe in something greater than themselves, do you see this as a cop out? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering.  In the meanwhile, I am sending a prayer of many blessings your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-53995994857635650?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/53995994857635650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=53995994857635650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/53995994857635650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/53995994857635650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-if-i-release-it-to-universe-does-it.html' title='So if I release it to the Universe does it mean I&apos;m giving up?'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S5hohh4KJrI/AAAAAAAADiE/rTYJyK85_fY/s72-c/1bf37c1155d78dac80497d05cc1793fa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-5150431714441238453</id><published>2010-03-01T11:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T11:22:18.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eva, Clora and Catherine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S4v11X7sdqI/AAAAAAAADgs/WwtNGynM5FI/s1600-h/Sisters-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S4v11X7sdqI/AAAAAAAADgs/WwtNGynM5FI/s320/Sisters-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;or Sissy, Sweetie and Shug (my Granma) &amp;nbsp;They were a hoot when they got together. &amp;nbsp;I remember when they discovered Long Island Iced Tea at a family cook out. &amp;nbsp;It was hysterical! &amp;nbsp;One of them (I think it was Granma) thought her legs were broken when she tried to stand up after drinking them in the sun for hours. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I miss seeing them interact. &amp;nbsp;We would feel sorry for Granpa (a man of few words) when The Sisters got together. &amp;nbsp;Not only did they talk enough for 100 people, it was loud enough to be heard down the street. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sending you all my love, you are each missed by me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hoping you are as blessed as I was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-5150431714441238453?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/5150431714441238453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=5150431714441238453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/5150431714441238453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/5150431714441238453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2010/03/eva-clora-and-catherine.html' title='Eva, Clora and Catherine'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/S4v11X7sdqI/AAAAAAAADgs/WwtNGynM5FI/s72-c/Sisters-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-464900598962329849</id><published>2010-03-01T11:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T11:10:36.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook and my past</title><content type='html'>Wow is all I can say.  I've been an avid facebook user for almost 18 months.  I'm enjoying it.  Meeting new people, connecting with old friends.  Catching up with family has inspired me to research my genealogy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit it, I farm and play mafia wars darn near daily.  For me it's relaxing and frees the mind of all the clutter.  Yeah mindless is just what I need at the end of one of my hectic days.  Sometimes I visit to ease into a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you Facebook?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending blessings your way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-464900598962329849?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/464900598962329849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=464900598962329849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/464900598962329849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/464900598962329849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2010/03/facebook-and-my-past.html' title='Facebook and my past'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-8136806024541979008</id><published>2010-01-23T14:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T11:15:19.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no idea</title><content type='html'>why I like this song.  Heard it for the first time on Thursday and it's been in my head since then.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://bit.ly/ds7dq1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I also like country music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-8136806024541979008?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/8136806024541979008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=8136806024541979008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/8136806024541979008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/8136806024541979008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-no-idea.html' title='I have no idea'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-5896330128527218773</id><published>2009-12-06T13:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T14:21:25.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Joys" of being single/Taking care of me</title><content type='html'>Some days they are immeasurable.  Then there are the other days when being single is a hassle.  No one to talk to, no one to tell if if that picture is hung straight. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love coming and going as I please, but do wish that I had someone to come and go with me.  Oh well, until that happens, I'll keep making time to do the things I love, and learn how to start taking care of me first.  My son said to me years ago "why would you expect others to treat you better than you treat yourself?"  So these next 5 years are going to be about me treating myself better.  No so much materially (I drive Gloria so I'm happy), but both mental and physical health.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We as women (and especially Black Women) are always the last to think of putting ourselves first.  For me that means taking the time (and investing the money) with dentists, doctors, dermatologists and yes even going to the gym.  I'm considering Lasik surgery for next year's gift to me.  Time will tell if I get the courage to go through with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I challenge you to make your own 5 year plan.  Yes, it's true we're not promised tomorrow, but suppose we are here 5 years into the future?  Look at it this way.  If we are blessed 5 years are going to pass, wouldn't it be a bonus to find yourself to be a better you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay blessed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border-top-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-color: initial !important; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-5896330128527218773?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/5896330128527218773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=5896330128527218773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/5896330128527218773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/5896330128527218773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2009/12/joys-of-being-singletaking-care-of-me.html' title='The &quot;Joys&quot; of being single/Taking care of me'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-8351661333119375992</id><published>2009-10-22T20:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:42:59.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does the time go?</title><content type='html'>We're almost through October.  2009 Has flown by.  Because of all the ups/downs/twists/turns, Six Flags will be contacting me for their newest roller coaster prototype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the only one it seems.  Close friends and family are experiencing the same thing.  Hopefully we'll all be on an even keel soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending out good vibes to each of you.  May His blessings overflow your life.  Remember to share them with those in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-8351661333119375992?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/8351661333119375992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=8351661333119375992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/8351661333119375992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/8351661333119375992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where does the time go?'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-5332040149037334204</id><published>2009-09-26T21:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:25:20.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Working my way back to stability.</title><content type='html'>It has been more than a challenge these past few months.  I have had my share (and fill)  of passive/aggressive people.  I've been observing people and their habits for years, and I still don't understand why people insist on making themselves the victim.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get enough of those who are positive and refused to become victims, despite what life hands them.  I wish I could take some of their essence and give it to those who could use it.  However, on second thought, they'd probably complain that there wasn't enough or some such thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have several friends who are going through hell right now.  All I can do is stand helplessly by, at a great distance.  I pray for them, and ask you to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping your difficulties are turning into blessings.  I hope your joy is just a heart beat away, yet lasts a life time.  I pray that you will go out and greet the day and meet all it has to offer with an open mind, instead of waiting to see what will happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking deep breaths to keep my head clear (and up) and am reveling in life and all it's ups and downs.  Won't you join me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-5332040149037334204?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/5332040149037334204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=5332040149037334204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/5332040149037334204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/5332040149037334204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2009/09/working-my-way-back-to-stability.html' title='Working my way back to stability.'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-6228874049212181910</id><published>2009-09-08T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:22:00.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My how she's grown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/Sqa85mzklkI/AAAAAAAADVY/ZW6ik2gH6wM/s1600-h/IMG00039.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/Sqa85mzklkI/AAAAAAAADVY/ZW6ik2gH6wM/s320/IMG00039.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-6228874049212181910?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/6228874049212181910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=6228874049212181910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/6228874049212181910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/6228874049212181910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-how-shes-grown.html' title='My how she&apos;s grown'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/Sqa85mzklkI/AAAAAAAADVY/ZW6ik2gH6wM/s72-c/IMG00039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-3970155687772191998</id><published>2009-08-02T19:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:30:17.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuss and her DaDa</title><content type='html'>Now and then.  Definitely a love thang.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SnYvZXwl_rI/AAAAAAAADOo/H8R5QfIPJ5M/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SnYvZXwl_rI/AAAAAAAADOo/H8R5QfIPJ5M/s320/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365528118979591858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SnYvZKrkKqI/AAAAAAAADOg/iSNqcklt_AM/s1600-h/JB+and+CJae.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SnYvZKrkKqI/AAAAAAAADOg/iSNqcklt_AM/s320/JB+and+CJae.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365528115468839586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-3970155687772191998?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/3970155687772191998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=3970155687772191998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/3970155687772191998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/3970155687772191998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2009/08/fuss-and-her-dada.html' title='Fuss and her DaDa'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SnYvZXwl_rI/AAAAAAAADOo/H8R5QfIPJ5M/s72-c/Picture+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-318719948480812771</id><published>2009-08-02T18:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:08:12.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>I was talking to a good friend (more like a sister than friend) last week.  She, like myself is a single parent.  One of the things that I mentioned to her is that I wanted to have a 50th birthday party, but unless I organize and pay for it, its not going to happen.  We talked about how that is the downside of being single.  The lack of companionship.  Not having someone who really knows you as you are now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2.5 weeks, I battled a migraine, and although my son and his GF came by, I was still alone.  The worst would hit at night when just as I would manage to almost fall asleep, a siren or a loud car radio would jolt me back from the edge.  It was at those times when I wished there was someone beside me so I didn't hurt so much in the dark, by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I prayed and yes I took the meds and did as I know to do to relieve the pain.  Yet and still, just having a mate who would tell me to relax, ask if I wanted water, remind me to wake up to take meds, and really just breathe beside me would have been wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back on my feet again, and feeling blessed to have made it though.  Back to the party thought.  Yes I can indeed throw my own party, and Lord knows, my mate may not know how to organize his way out of a paper bag LOL.  For me the importance would be he is MY mate, who would stand beside me sharing the blessing of (hopefully) reaching the 1/2 century mark.  He'd celebrate with my (and our)  closest friends, our combined families.  We'd both be strong in the knowledge that this is the good times, and we have only to lean on each other to make it though the bad times.  Idealistic?  Probably.  Unrealistic?  Not hardly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I destined to continue this journey alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-318719948480812771?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/318719948480812771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=318719948480812771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/318719948480812771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/318719948480812771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2009/08/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-7153991893655041809</id><published>2009-08-02T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:40:35.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuss is growing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SnYjvKLfckI/AAAAAAAADOA/D0anlQO0pq4/s1600-h/IMGP0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SnYjvKLfckI/AAAAAAAADOA/D0anlQO0pq4/s320/IMGP0148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365515299151901250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SnYjunE-24I/AAAAAAAADN4/5sAcyTyXGwo/s1600-h/IMGP0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SnYjunE-24I/AAAAAAAADN4/5sAcyTyXGwo/s320/IMGP0183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365515289729358722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SnYjuAOBsqI/AAAAAAAADNw/jIWYAff5bp0/s1600-h/IMG_5253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SnYjuAOBsqI/AAAAAAAADNw/jIWYAff5bp0/s320/IMG_5253.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365515279298310818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-7153991893655041809?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/7153991893655041809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=7153991893655041809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/7153991893655041809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/7153991893655041809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2009/08/fuss-is-growing.html' title='Fuss is growing'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SnYjvKLfckI/AAAAAAAADOA/D0anlQO0pq4/s72-c/IMGP0148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-4070728869261258494</id><published>2009-03-25T19:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:26:47.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend with Fuss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SeCagTq0BDI/AAAAAAAADJo/s-CtFgsREds/s1600-h/IMGP1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SeCagTq0BDI/AAAAAAAADJo/s-CtFgsREds/s320/IMGP1120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323424639378261042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a ball!  I think she had a good time too.  We played, watched TV (whodda thunk 14 month old babies like TV?), we walked, we had a play date, and we went to visit relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part I think she liked best was when I gave her a cup of jello and a spoon.  Then I told her to go for it, and that wiggly stuff had my baby talking and laughing when it went in unexpected places.  Ummm I'm sure that "Shout" will get the red color out of her new dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She followed the dog (Doh DOH to her) around, feeding her whatever was at hand.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love seeing this precious baby discover, investigate, run, laugh, point and chat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to our next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-4070728869261258494?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/4070728869261258494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=4070728869261258494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/4070728869261258494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/4070728869261258494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-weekend-with-fuss.html' title='My Weekend with Fuss'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SeCagTq0BDI/AAAAAAAADJo/s-CtFgsREds/s72-c/IMGP1120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-7960445583522266449</id><published>2009-03-21T13:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T13:28:13.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/ScUxWiUKTcI/AAAAAAAADJg/AqauVn9SVKg/s1600-h/baby+kd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/ScUxWiUKTcI/AAAAAAAADJg/AqauVn9SVKg/s320/baby+kd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315709198418988482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm sitting here crying as I look at this picture taken almost 45 years ago.  The adorable baby is now a beautiful, strong man.  I am so proud of him, he's not only my brother, but also my best friend. He's got my back no matter what.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandmas are gone now, but while they were here; Lord how they loved us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We received thousands of kisses, tons of encouragement, and knowledge that building a future doesn't mean dishonoring our past. Add to that love beyond measure, compassion and the ability to know right from wrong, and a wicked/warped/silly/raunchy sense of humor, and you got my Grandma's down pat.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it is how life is supposed to be, I don't know any different.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledging my blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-7960445583522266449?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/7960445583522266449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=7960445583522266449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/7960445583522266449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/7960445583522266449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2009/03/looking-back.html' title='Looking Back'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/ScUxWiUKTcI/AAAAAAAADJg/AqauVn9SVKg/s72-c/baby+kd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-8789158432255926853</id><published>2009-03-15T22:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:40:33.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lest We Forget: God is running this here thang!</title><content type='html'>Earlier today I was watching HGTV.  Something I tend to do all day on Sunday.  I had a few errands to run, and was thinking bout getting around to doing them.  The day was overcast and cool, and I was deciding between a heavy sweater or a coat.   All of a sudden the sky got black, then this really horrible sound started.  I went to the window and discovered it was haiing!  Nice big gravel sized pellets were pouring out of the sky.  Between the noise of it hitting the metal carport and the thunder, it was really quite a racket.  Not five minutes later, buckets of rain came from the sky.  It was hard and heavy.  Ten minutes after that, we were back to overcast and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forty-five minutes later, the same weather was repeated.  I guess in case a few folk didn't get the message the first time, God was letting everyone know, I've got this, and you in the palm of my hand.  You don't control jack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after that, I had some bad news, my cousin had passed away.  I'll write about that later, as it still sets me back on my heels when I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I am a  little more humbled tonight than when I woke up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-8789158432255926853?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/8789158432255926853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=8789158432255926853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/8789158432255926853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/8789158432255926853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2009/03/lest-we-forget-god-is-running-this-here.html' title='Lest We Forget: God is running this here thang!'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-2843466788627538907</id><published>2009-02-23T17:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:59:24.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, it's been more than a minute since I've been here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On one hand so much has happened in this, the first quarter of 2009.  On the other hand, I'm wondering what else can happen in this first quarter of 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had some really good things, and some really bad things happen to me personally.  Not to worry, I'm not bipolar, in fact that's the only thing I'm sure I'm not.  I've gained and lost the same 6 pounds, three times already.  That's the fault of King Arthur's scone mix, and double devon cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently fighting allergies, and I'm sad to say too many times, they win.  My family is healthy, if not always happy, and so far we've managed to keep our jobs, roofs over our heads, and food in our stomachs.  Not an easy accomplish in these economic times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hoping you and yours are keeping safe, and appreciating each other for the gifts you have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Battered, but still blessed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-2843466788627538907?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/2843466788627538907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=2843466788627538907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/2843466788627538907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/2843466788627538907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow-its-been-more-than-minute-since-ive.html' title='Wow, it&apos;s been more than a minute since I&apos;ve been here'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-2945677301011434732</id><published>2009-02-03T22:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:34:18.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now and Then My Fuss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SYkaoYxzIJI/AAAAAAAADI4/cU9U3gJpqh8/s1600-h/IMGP1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SYkaoYxzIJI/AAAAAAAADI4/cU9U3gJpqh8/s320/IMGP1036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298795717726511250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SYkaoFyp_eI/AAAAAAAADIw/SPzGKNAARcc/s1600-h/DSCN0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SYkaoFyp_eI/AAAAAAAADIw/SPzGKNAARcc/s320/DSCN0137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298795712629833186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-2945677301011434732?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/2945677301011434732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=2945677301011434732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/2945677301011434732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/2945677301011434732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='Now and Then My Fuss!'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SYkaoYxzIJI/AAAAAAAADI4/cU9U3gJpqh8/s72-c/IMGP1036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-5174229726512836635</id><published>2009-01-19T00:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:36:49.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'>By  His Grace and Mercy, in a few hours</title><content type='html'>I will be a witness to history being made.  I can't help but remember all those who gave their lives for this moment.  In particular, I'm remembering my loved ones who are no longer here to see the dream come true.  It is for them, my Grand daughter and for America that I cast my vote on November 7, 2007.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Elect Obama, I pray you have the strength, wisdom, compassion and the courage of your convictions to steer the ship of state with a steady hand,  I also pray that no weapon formed against you prosper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I am blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-5174229726512836635?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/5174229726512836635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=5174229726512836635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/5174229726512836635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/5174229726512836635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2009/01/by-his-grace-and-mercy-in-few-hours.html' title='By  His Grace and Mercy, in a few hours'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-5473840465633478572</id><published>2009-01-03T21:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:13:59.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Grandpa</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the 15th anniversary of my Granpa's passing.  It's funny but it doesn't seem like he's gone.  JB has so many of his ways.  I have so many wonderful memories of him, and I can still hear him cracking jokes in my ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arnold Sherman Whitten was a quiet man, who loved his family fiercely.  He was a slender man who made up in greatness what he lacked in stature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss ya Gramps, you would have gotten a kick out of the upcoming inauguration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-5473840465633478572?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/5473840465633478572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=5473840465633478572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/5473840465633478572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/5473840465633478572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2009/01/rip-grandpa.html' title='RIP Grandpa'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-200313207749396790</id><published>2009-01-03T20:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:07:11.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holidays Over</title><content type='html'>Wow they went by fast.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so broke I can't pay attention.  Now I have to take down the tree, put away the decorations, and clean up the leftovers that may still be hiding in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuss seemed to have a good time.  She'll be a year old next Sunday!  She received a bike, some toys and lots of clothing.  She also had many people holding and kissing her, I was surprised she wasn't waterlogged LOL.  She hung in for almost 10 hours, but the next two days were not really good for her.  She was over tired.  On the third day she slept 12 straight hours and woke up with a smile.  Since then she's been the usual smiley faced little joy bringer we're so in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still happily Freecycling, both giving and receiving.  Got Fuss a bike helmet and a baby gate, the latter I'm sure she does not appreciate.  Have some things to give away tomorrow.  My rule is for every one thing I bring in the house 10 things must leave.  I'm hoping that by the end of winter, I can actually find necessary items without burrowing through things I neither want, need, or have use for any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-200313207749396790?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/200313207749396790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=200313207749396790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/200313207749396790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/200313207749396790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='The Holidays Over'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-8790261167954126663</id><published>2008-12-24T11:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:21:38.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanilla Gift Card - NOT</title><content type='html'>I purchased one of the Vanilla Gift Cards for a holiday gift.  As it turned out, I decided to send something else instead.  Thank goodness I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This card is the worst thing to ever hit the market.  Just trying to get the balance (I wanted to know if I had to go back to the store and get a refund) took 15 minutes on the internet.  I had to enter the same numbers over and over again until they were recognized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've tried to use it several times, including Wal-mart and Sam's Club (where it was purchased).  It simply doesn't at any brick and mortar store I've shopped in the weeks since I purchased it.  Finally I decided to use it to purchase the ITunes items.  It went through.  Great so at 5:30am I toddle off to Wal-mart for some gift boxes and seasoned bread cubes for stuffing. You guessed it DECLINED.  UGH!  I then discovered I'm not the only one to experience this problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go on line later and see if I can pay my telephone bill with the balance.  If not, then I'l go online to ITunes and see if i can buy one of their gift cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silverton Bank, NA, you'll never have to worry about me purchasing one of your products again.  From what I'm reading on the web, there are a few hundred others who feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.complaints.com/2008/june/3/Vanilla_Visa_Gift_Card_172728.htm"&gt;Vanilla Gift Card Complaints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed so I refuse to be stressed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-8790261167954126663?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/8790261167954126663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=8790261167954126663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/8790261167954126663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/8790261167954126663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/12/vanilla-gift-card-not.html' title='Vanilla Gift Card - NOT'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-1542655753704599852</id><published>2008-12-23T01:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T01:50:29.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were a Rich Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;there are many great songs in this movie, however, this is my favorite.   When I was younger I'd stand up and sing along with him.  Topol had a great voice.  Thanks for sharing it with the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"ya da dee da da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ya da da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ya da da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;da"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RBHZFYpQ6nc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RBHZFYpQ6nc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-1542655753704599852?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/1542655753704599852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=1542655753704599852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/1542655753704599852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/1542655753704599852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-i-were-rich-man.html' title='If I were a Rich Man'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-8920989015814100773</id><published>2008-12-22T09:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:15:36.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From a GF...great questions</title><content type='html'>This week's topic: Ask Yourself These Five Questions Before the Year Ends &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I pray this Christmas will be blessed, joyful and peaceful for you. As we celebrate the birth of Jesus, please remember the reason for the season! We are near the end of another year and I thought this would be a great time to pose five important questions for you. We become wiser when we ask ourselves the right questions and discover answers that focus us in the right direction. The right questions can offer you an opportunity to grow and consider better possibilities for your life. Over the next week, ponder these important five questions as you close out yet another year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. What is the biggest lesson God has offered me over the last year?&lt;br /&gt;When we take time to learn the lessons that our trials and triumphs teach us, God is able to mold our character and use us in greater ways. When you ignore the lessons of life, you often find yourself repeating the same mistakes and enduring the same challenges time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. What is my "divine assignment" at this stage of my life?&lt;br /&gt;Our purpose can transform over a lifetime. In order to remain in synch with God's timing and purposes, we must seek His "assignment" in the various seasons of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. This time next year, what would I like to see different in my life? In other words, what's my vision?&lt;br /&gt;You need a vision for where you are going in the coming year. No matter how insignificant you think your life is, God wants you to be deliberate about setting goals and moving forward. God's word tells us to "write the vision and make it plain" (Habakkuk 3:2). That means we should write it down and make it clear and specific. Don't overwhelm yourself with a lot of "New Year's resolutions." Instead, choose something meaningful, even if it is a seemingly small change, and take deliberate steps forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. What have I been procrastinating about?&lt;br /&gt;Putting off goals and things that God has laid on your heart to do is stressful. Fear is often the culprit and the New Year is a great time to ask yourself if it is time to get unstuck and pursue certain goals or drop them altogether, thus freeing yourself from the burden of an incomplete task hanging over your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. How could I make more of a positive difference in the lives of others in the next 12 months?&lt;br /&gt;Our lives really aren't about us. They are about the purpose for which we were created. What is it that you'd like to do by this time next year that will impact others in a meaningful and positive way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My challenge to you this week:&lt;br /&gt;Be reflective this week and notice what you've learned and what you've accomplished this year. Celebrate your progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Journaling assignment:&lt;br /&gt;Answer each of the five questions posed this week. Is there an important shift or change you need to make as a result of the lessons and events of your life in 2008?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-8920989015814100773?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/8920989015814100773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=8920989015814100773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/8920989015814100773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/8920989015814100773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-gfgreat-questions.html' title='From a GF...great questions'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-1842332648565034308</id><published>2008-12-22T02:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T02:15:27.784-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I the only one wondering</title><content type='html'>Why the airlines haven't stopped charging to check bags?  If I recall correctly it was due t the high cost of fuel.  Sooooo what's the new excuse to gouge the passengers now?  Just wondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-1842332648565034308?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/1842332648565034308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=1842332648565034308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/1842332648565034308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/1842332648565034308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/12/am-i-only-one-wondering.html' title='Am I the only one wondering'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-3668414233184651712</id><published>2008-12-16T23:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:37:16.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I was in a mall today</title><content type='html'>Something I try to avoid at all costs.  However since my favorite nail salon is there, I screwed up my courage and took the plunge.  Including the customers in the salon I think I saw a whopping 25 people in the entire mall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, are we all staying spending within our means, or pointing and clicking our way into debt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-3668414233184651712?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/3668414233184651712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=3668414233184651712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/3668414233184651712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/3668414233184651712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-in-mall-today.html' title='I was in a mall today'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-3132870874446566301</id><published>2008-12-14T08:46:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:30:43.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess I'm no Magician</title><content type='html'>Ya'll know I'm an extremely blessed Black woman.  I know from where my strength flows. I stand strong on the solidness of the love and support of my family and friends.  Even Baby Dawg shows me love constantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, with all of that I question why am I single?  Why is there no "magic" in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll find the answer to that question, and from there solve for Mr. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in a happy and healthy relationship, don't take it for granted.  Let your partner know they're your blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the holidays!  Maybe next year I'll find my magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fX36mGEqfw4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fX36mGEqfw4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-3132870874446566301?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/3132870874446566301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=3132870874446566301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/3132870874446566301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/3132870874446566301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/12/guess-im-no-magician.html' title='Guess I&apos;m no Magician'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-5430245822361905128</id><published>2008-12-08T20:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:36:52.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoke with Elizabeth</title><content type='html'>We haven't had a good chat in 9.5 years!  Anyone listening in would have never guessed it.  LOL.  We picked up where we left off like we spoke last night.  It was wonderful letting my hair down Brooklyn style.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do miss my friend.  She sustained me though the early, difficult days of single parenthood.  Our children were friends, hitting the same challenges and milestones around the same time.  A hug was never far away.   Cuddling each other's child when they needed it was not only safe, but our boys expected whomever was near to provide them comfort.  My son still says "droove" because as he would say "my attorney" says its a word.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember to this day, the first time I saw Elizabeth.  I remember thinking she's the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.  I was right, her inner beauty has far eclipsed her outer beauty, and that's saying something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'm reminded of how very blessed I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I am praying you can say the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-5430245822361905128?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/5430245822361905128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=5430245822361905128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/5430245822361905128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/5430245822361905128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/12/spoke-with-elizabeth.html' title='Spoke with Elizabeth'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-3625584914903397090</id><published>2008-12-07T01:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T02:08:48.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah I laughed....bet you will too</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/STuEM7dYiSI/AAAAAAAAC-U/rn3HgEd9Mn4/s1600-h/Laughing_face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 105px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/STuEM7dYiSI/AAAAAAAAC-U/rn3HgEd9Mn4/s400/Laughing_face.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276956746048899362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/STuCUkS-GJI/AAAAAAAAC-E/l5xtLVmpSHo/s1600-h/duct_tape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/STuCUkS-GJI/AAAAAAAAC-E/l5xtLVmpSHo/s400/duct_tape.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276954678246906002" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;While shopping in a food store, two nuns happened to pass by the beer, wine and liquor section.   One asked the other if she would like a beer. The second nun answered that, indeed, it would be very nice to have one, but that she would feel uncomfortable about purchasing it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The first nun replied that she would handle that without a problem. She picked up a six-pack and took it to the cashier.  The cashier had a surprised look, so the nun said, "This is for washing our hair."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without blinking an eye, the cashier reached under the counter and put a package of pretzel sticks in the bag with the beer.  "The curlers are on me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, the clerk's response made me think of my brother KD.  I can imagine him saying the same thing to the nuns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-3625584914903397090?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/3625584914903397090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=3625584914903397090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/3625584914903397090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/3625584914903397090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/12/yeah-i-laughedbet-you-will-too.html' title='Yeah I laughed....bet you will too'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/STuEM7dYiSI/AAAAAAAAC-U/rn3HgEd9Mn4/s72-c/Laughing_face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-6046664993069605492</id><published>2008-12-07T01:07:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T01:50:02.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The yesterday is gone, and today but a few minutes old.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/STt_-_S881I/AAAAAAAAC90/zxLpjjWe1iQ/s1600-h/fireplace_hardw_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/STt_-_S881I/AAAAAAAAC90/zxLpjjWe1iQ/s200/fireplace_hardw_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276952108514210642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a long, exhausting day.  I can't believe my feet hurt, despite wearing socks and comfortable sneakers.  Got a lot done, still a lot to be done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing that sentence, and looking around my unkempt living room reminds me of a story I read once.  It was about a man who had an intellectually challenged wife.  He told her that she had to get everything ready because the holidays were coming.  Lo and behold two men knock on the door.  She asks them if they were the Holidays.  I forget the middle of the story, but I do remember that the man returns home from work to find his entire house devoid of furniture and food.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a story that pops into my mind when I hear people say they're getting ready for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended my day by sitting in front of a blazing fire with Princess sleeping on her bed.  No one rang the phone, or knocked on the door.  It was a great evening...even if I did partially burn the ground turkey for the lasagna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed with a place to live and food to eat (scorched parts and all).  In these very hard economic times, I pray that you can say the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-6046664993069605492?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/6046664993069605492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=6046664993069605492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/6046664993069605492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/6046664993069605492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-is-gone-and-today-but-few.html' title='The yesterday is gone, and today but a few minutes old.'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/STt_-_S881I/AAAAAAAAC90/zxLpjjWe1iQ/s72-c/fireplace_hardw_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-6199774011593993571</id><published>2008-12-03T18:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T02:09:51.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Furbabies</title><content type='html'>This past week a friend of mine had to put her 16 year old cat down.  I may have met the kitty once, back in 90's when I visited her one time, but I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart ached for my friend.  She's had a rough couple of years, and even the not so rough ones, have had more bumps than I would have wanted for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are blessed to have a furbaby, go show them some lovin.  Like humans we don't know when they won't be in our lives any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace JessieKitty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-6199774011593993571?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/6199774011593993571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=6199774011593993571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/6199774011593993571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/6199774011593993571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/12/furbabies.html' title='Furbabies'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-7128547905673393698</id><published>2008-12-02T23:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:55:31.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Freecycle</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad it's in existence!  I was able to give away a lot of stuff I would have either taken to the dumpster or (eventually) to the good will.  I even gave away office supplies.  The best part is the people who want this come to you! HeHeHe!  Works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Changing the world one gift at a time" is Freecycle's official tagline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't use them, then get with the program.  Stop throwing away good stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-7128547905673393698?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/7128547905673393698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=7128547905673393698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/7128547905673393698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/7128547905673393698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/12/freecycle.html' title='Freecycle'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-1392776702794820074</id><published>2008-12-02T23:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:35:06.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace Mama Africa</title><content type='html'>Sunrise 4 March 1932&lt;br /&gt;Sunset 10 November 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pygqt0uwnuc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pygqt0uwnuc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-1392776702794820074?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/1392776702794820074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=1392776702794820074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/1392776702794820074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/1392776702794820074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/12/rest-in-peace-mama-africa.html' title='Rest In Peace Mama Africa'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-6916191349730909595</id><published>2008-12-02T22:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:04:56.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Old ladies. Y'all missed out by not having them in your lives.</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine sent a link to me.  It was an interview with Bill Withers before his induction into the WV Hall of Fame. The man is still easy on the eye, and his voice can still envelop you. I didn't know he was from WV, but I digress.  His song "Grandma's Hands" has always made me think of my Great Grandma, and Grandma's rolled up into one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes S., Catherine W., Frances S. and Emily K.  Women who walk in and out of my mind frequently.  I love you all so much.  The knowledge that I'll never be loved up by you has me fighting back tears as I type.  If my Fuss loves me  1/4 as much as I love you ladies, then I will have been a success as a Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grandma's hands&lt;br /&gt;Used to hand me piece of candy&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's hands&lt;br /&gt;Picked me up each time I fell&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's hands&lt;br /&gt;Boy, they really came in handy" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blessings started with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qv5pagal-ls&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qv5pagal-ls&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-6916191349730909595?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/6916191349730909595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=6916191349730909595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/6916191349730909595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/6916191349730909595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-old-ladies-yall-missed-out-by-not.html' title='My Old ladies. Y&apos;all missed out by not having them in your lives.'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-5285071418702949525</id><published>2008-11-25T16:41:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:51:54.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm amazed that your amazed</title><content type='html'>that the US is in the financial mess it's in.  Look who was in office.  How many jobs has he had that has ended favorably anyone but himself.  At what point did you think he had a change of heart and would put his country before himself.  He didn't freaking show up for his military service!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sit here watching my 401(k) and meager stock portfolio tank.  There's not one day in the past 2 months that I've not learned of someone losing their job.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so very blessed to have found a job.  God has graced me with a wonderful family, a roof over my head, food to eat, and yes an internet connection.  I'm able to pay my bills (on time for the most part), and sometimes help others.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes gas has gone down significantly, but who in the hell can afford to go anywhere? They're weak from not eating the food they can't afford with the jobs they don't have.  Talk about a freaking cure for obesity! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our old people are forced to stand up and hand out buggies and stickers at Wal-mart because their retirement plans were turned into dust.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People are DYING every day in a war that should not be waged.  How on earth did you allow yourself to be hoodwinked into thinking that bombing Iraq was the answer to attack on America, September 11th?  Oh yeah they sound alike right? Afghanistan/Iraq.  Bin Laden/Hussein.   So much our education system. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Orleans is still in disarray (Good job Brownie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions of (still) working Americans have no health care.  Parents have to choose between insuring themselves or their children if they do have it.  Medicine is priced out of the reach of many, yet he and his cronies have access to the best health care in the world...provided they don't go to Walter Reed for care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when he ran  the second time.  There were tasteful black stickers with white writing stuck on car windows.  "W the President" is what they read.  Betcha now you're thinking what I was thinking "W, the Wanker"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as not to leave you feeling depressed here's two jokes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkprogress.org/2008/02/28/bush-falsely-claims-hes-focused-on-gas-prices/"&gt;Bush, a man for the people&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Medicaid/medicare/social security.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toldja I'd leave you laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-5285071418702949525?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/5285071418702949525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=5285071418702949525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/5285071418702949525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/5285071418702949525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-amazed-that-your-amazed.html' title='I&apos;m amazed that your amazed'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-7545363483137021186</id><published>2008-11-24T21:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:49:25.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby and His Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SSt1CUvug7I/AAAAAAAAC8Y/9nw3bw8YsQE/s320/IMGP0403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272436471556375474" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SSt1DtTzNmI/AAAAAAAAC8w/wTuWu-LntVc/s1600-h/IMGP0721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SSt1DtTzNmI/AAAAAAAAC8w/wTuWu-LntVc/s320/IMGP0721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272436495329998434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SSt1DFxypJI/AAAAAAAAC8o/9LJll1dOf4s/s1600-h/IMGP0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SSt1DFxypJI/AAAAAAAAC8o/9LJll1dOf4s/s320/IMGP0722.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272436484718371986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SSt1C_wN33I/AAAAAAAAC8g/9FaufvKQYN0/s1600-h/DSCN1192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SSt1C_wN33I/AAAAAAAAC8g/9FaufvKQYN0/s320/DSCN1192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272436483101155186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-7545363483137021186?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/7545363483137021186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=7545363483137021186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/7545363483137021186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/7545363483137021186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-baby-and-his-baby.html' title='My Baby and His Baby'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SSt1CUvug7I/AAAAAAAAC8Y/9nw3bw8YsQE/s72-c/IMGP0403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-4499542750204207131</id><published>2008-11-24T21:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:29:35.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer rebate?  It's doubtful</title><content type='html'>Thanks to GF LaVeda and Slickdeals.net  Blog for this information&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://blog.slickdeals.net/index.php/2008/11/14/major-rebate-processor-files-for-bankruptcy-a-number-of-recent-deals-with-rebates-may-be-affected"&gt;read the article here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-4499542750204207131?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/4499542750204207131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=4499542750204207131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/4499542750204207131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/4499542750204207131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/11/computer-rebate-its-doubtful.html' title='Computer rebate?  It&apos;s doubtful'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-4392591678863751799</id><published>2008-11-21T22:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:10:08.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuss Walks!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SSeTrzwrE8I/AAAAAAAAC7w/rmp7wJcK_l4/s1600-h/DSCN1150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SSeTrzwrE8I/AAAAAAAAC7w/rmp7wJcK_l4/s320/DSCN1150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271344269698470850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it!  My Fussalicious walked yesterday ... and again today!  I'm so proud of my little minx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So blessed to have survived to see this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-4392591678863751799?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/4392591678863751799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=4392591678863751799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/4392591678863751799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/4392591678863751799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/11/fuss-walks.html' title='Fuss Walks!!!'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SSeTrzwrE8I/AAAAAAAAC7w/rmp7wJcK_l4/s72-c/DSCN1150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-3770509870360501595</id><published>2008-11-16T21:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:04:55.525-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SSDq_nkPi8I/AAAAAAAAC6I/cTEeRxNlR4Y/s1600-h/DSCN1210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SSDq_nkPi8I/AAAAAAAAC6I/cTEeRxNlR4Y/s320/DSCN1210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269469942697135042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this face!  She's 10 months old now and into everything.  Life is good, and I'm so very blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you can say the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-3770509870360501595?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/3770509870360501595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=3770509870360501595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/3770509870360501595'/><link rel='self' 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Trivia</title><content type='html'>• He collects Spider-Man and Conan the Barbarian comics&lt;br /&gt;• He was known as "O'Bomber" at high school for his skill at basketball&lt;br /&gt;• His name means "one who is blessed" in Swahili&lt;br /&gt;• His favourite meal is wife Michelle's shrimp linguini&lt;br /&gt;• He won a Grammy in 2006 for the audio version of his memoir, Dreams From My Father&lt;br /&gt;• He is left-handed – the sixth post-war president to be left-handed&lt;br /&gt;• He has read every Harry Potter book&lt;br /&gt;• He owns a set of red boxing gloves autographed by Muhammad Ali&lt;br /&gt;• He worked in a Baskin-Robbins ice cream shop as a teenager and now can't stand ice cream&lt;br /&gt;• His favourite snacks are chocolate-peanut protein bars&lt;br /&gt;• He ate dog meat, snake meat, and roasted grasshopper while living in Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;• He can speak Spanish&lt;br /&gt;• While on the campaign trail he refused to watch CNN and had sports channels on instead&lt;br /&gt;• His favourite drink is black forest berry iced tea&lt;br /&gt;• He promised Michelle he would quit smoking before running for president – he didn't&lt;br /&gt;• He kept a pet ape called Tata while in Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;• He can bench press an impressive 200lbs&lt;br /&gt;• He was known as Barry until university when he asked to be addressed by his full name&lt;br /&gt;• His favourite book is Moby-Dick by Herman Melville&lt;br /&gt;• He visited Wokingham, Berks, in 1996 for the stag party of his half-sister's fiancé, but left when a stripper arrived&lt;br /&gt;• His desk in his Senate office once belonged to Robert Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;• He and Michelle made $4.2 million (£2.7 million) last year, with much coming from sales of his books&lt;br /&gt;• His favourite films are Casablanca and One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest&lt;br /&gt;• He carries a tiny Madonna and child statue and a bracelet belonging to a soldier in Iraq for good luck&lt;br /&gt;• He applied to appear in a black pin-up calendar while at Harvard but was rejected by the all-female committee.&lt;br /&gt;• His favourite music includes Miles Davis, Bob Dylan, Bach and The Fugees&lt;br /&gt;• He took Michelle to see the Spike Lee film Do The Right Thing on their first date&lt;br /&gt;• He enjoys playing Scrabble and poker&lt;br /&gt;• He doesn't drink coffee and rarely drinks alcohol&lt;br /&gt;• He would have liked to have been an architect if he were not a politician&lt;br /&gt;• As a teenager he took drugs including marijuana and cocaine&lt;br /&gt;• His daughters' ambitions are to go to Yale before becoming an actress (Malia, 10) and to sing and dance (Sasha, 7)&lt;br /&gt;• He hates the youth trend for trousers which sag beneath the backside&lt;br /&gt;• He repaid his student loan only four years ago after signing his book deal&lt;br /&gt;• His house in Chicago has four fire places&lt;br /&gt;• Daughter Malia's godmother is Jesse Jackson's daughter Santita&lt;br /&gt;• He says his worst habit is constantly checking his BlackBerry&lt;br /&gt;• He uses an Apple Mac laptop&lt;br /&gt;• He drives a Ford Escape Hybrid, having ditched his gas-guzzling Chrysler 300&lt;br /&gt;• He wears $1,500 (£952) Hart Schaffner Marx suits&lt;br /&gt;• He owns four identical pairs of black size 11 shoes&lt;br /&gt;• He has his hair cut once a week by his Chicago barber, Zariff, who charges $21 (£13)&lt;br /&gt;• His favourite fictional television programmes are Mash and The Wire&lt;br /&gt;• He was given the code name "Renegade" by his Secret Service handlers&lt;br /&gt;• He was nicknamed "Bar" by his late grandmother&lt;br /&gt;• He plans to install a basketball court in the White House grounds&lt;br /&gt;• His favourite artist is Pablo Picasso&lt;br /&gt;• His speciality as a cook is chilli&lt;br /&gt;• He has said many of his friends in Indonesia were "street urchins"&lt;br /&gt;• He keeps on his desk a carving of a wooden hand holding an egg, a Kenyan symbol of the fragility of life&lt;br /&gt;• His late father was a senior economist for the Kenyan government&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-1185747719741127090?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/1185747719741127090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=1185747719741127090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/1185747719741127090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/1185747719741127090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-trivia.html' title='Obama Trivia'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-1129672008411256596</id><published>2008-11-07T16:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:15:42.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time coming</title><content type='html'>but change has come.  President Elect Barack Obama, my heart is so full of hope and my excitement for that change you are bringing is barely contained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ku4zt_xi1gs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ku4zt_xi1gs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond blessed to be here for this change!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-1129672008411256596?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/1129672008411256596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=1129672008411256596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/1129672008411256596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/1129672008411256596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-been-long-time-coming.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time coming'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-8694261209422943852</id><published>2008-11-04T23:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:32:43.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>President Barack Obama</title><content type='html'>We have disregarded the color of a man's skin, and judged him by the content of his character.  Dr. King's dream has come to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so full of emotion that I can't find the words to express the hope, and the excitement I feel for and about my country.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have shown through voting that we can come together as a nation for the betterment of the United States of America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that God keeps President Obama and his family safe.  Please God, shower him with the wisdom, compassion and knowledge he'll need to steer this ship of state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-8694261209422943852?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/8694261209422943852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=8694261209422943852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/8694261209422943852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/8694261209422943852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/11/president-barack-obama.html' title='President Barack Obama'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-5812677773722906782</id><published>2008-10-26T18:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:24:49.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anchorage says No to McSame!</title><content type='html'>Obama for president&lt;br /&gt;Palin's rise captivates us but nation needs a steady hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10/25/08 19:37:58)&lt;br /&gt;Alaska enters its 50th-anniversary year in the glow of an improbable and highly memorable event: the nomination of Gov. Sarah Palin as the Republican vice presidential candidate. For the first time ever, an Alaskan is making a serious bid for national office, and in doing so she brings broad attention and recognition not only to herself, but also to the state she leads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaska's founders were optimistic people, but even the most farsighted might have been stretched to imagine this scenario. No matter the outcome in November, this election will mark a signal moment in the history of the 49th state. Many Alaskans are proud to see their governor, and their state, so prominent on the national stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gov. Palin's nomination clearly alters the landscape for Alaskans as we survey this race for the presidency -- but it does not overwhelm all other judgment. The election, after all is said and done, is not about Sarah Palin, and our sober view is that her running mate, Sen. John McCain, is the wrong choice for president at this critical time for our nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sen. Barack Obama, the Democratic nominee, brings far more promise to the office. In a time of grave economic crisis, he displays thoughtful analysis, enlists wise counsel and operates with a cool, steady hand. The same cannot be said of Sen. McCain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since his early acknowledgement that economic policy is not his strong suit, Sen. McCain has stumbled and fumbled badly in dealing with the accelerating crisis as it emerged. He declared that "the fundamentals of our economy are strong" at 9 a.m. one day and by 11 a.m. was describing an economy in crisis. He is both a longtime advocate of less market regulation and a supporter of the huge taxpayer-funded Wall Street bailout. His behavior in this crisis -- erratic is a kind description -- shows him to be ill-equipped to lead the essential effort of reining in a runaway financial system and setting an anxious nation on course to economic recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sen. Obama warned regulators and the nation 19 months ago that the subprime lending crisis was a disaster in the making. Sen. McCain backed tighter rules for Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac, but didn't do much to advance that legislation. Of the two candidates, Sen. Obama better understands the mortgage meltdown's root causes and has the judgment and intelligence to shape a solution, as well as the leadership to rally the country behind it. It is easy to look at Sen. Obama and see a return to the smart, bipartisan economic policies of the last Democratic administration in Washington, which left the country with the momentum of growth and a budget surplus that President George Bush has squandered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the most important issue of the day, Sen. Obama is a clear choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sen. McCain describes himself as a maverick, by which he seems to mean that he spent 25 years trying unsuccessfully to persuade his own party to follow his bipartisan, centrist lead. Sadly, maverick John McCain didn't show up for the campaign. Instead we have candidate McCain, who embraces the extreme Republican orthodoxy he once resisted and cynically asks Americans to buy for another four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Sen. Obama who truly promises fundamental change in Washington. You need look no further than the guilt-by-association lies and sound-bite distortions of the degenerating McCain campaign to see how readily he embraces the divisive, fear-mongering tactics of Karl Rove. And while Sen. McCain points to the fragile success of the troop surge in stabilizing conditions in Iraq, it is also plain that he was fundamentally wrong about the more crucial early decisions. Contrary to his assurances, we were not greeted as liberators; it was not a short, easy war; and Americans -- not Iraqi oil -- have had to pay for it. It was Sen. Obama who more clearly saw the danger ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unqualified endorsement of Sen. Obama by a seasoned, respected soldier and diplomat like Gen. Colin Powell, a Republican icon, should reassure all Americans that the Democratic candidate will pass muster as commander in chief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a matter of parochial interest, Sen. Obama opposes the opening of the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge, but so does Sen. McCain. We think both are wrong, and hope a President Obama can be convinced to support environmentally responsible development of that resource.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gov. Palin has shown the country why she has been so successful in her young political career. Passionate, charismatic and indefatigable, she draws huge crowds and sows excitement in her wake. She has made it clear she's a force to be reckoned with, and you can be sure politicians and political professionals across the country have taken note. Her future, in Alaska and on the national stage, seems certain to be played out in the limelight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet despite her formidable gifts, few who have worked closely with the governor would argue she is truly ready to assume command of the most important, powerful nation on earth. To step in and juggle the demands of an economic meltdown, two deadly wars and a deteriorating climate crisis would stretch the governor beyond her range. Like picking Sen. McCain for president, putting her one 72-year-old heartbeat from the leadership of the free world is just too risky at this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-5812677773722906782?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/5812677773722906782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=5812677773722906782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/5812677773722906782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/5812677773722906782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/10/anchorage-says-no-to-mcsame.html' title='Anchorage says No to McSame!'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-4947013757164126962</id><published>2008-10-19T08:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T09:21:12.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"C" is for Charlie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SPs23wfQNlI/AAAAAAAACXQ/AQYxFf3KHCc/s1600-h/IMGP0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SPs23wfQNlI/AAAAAAAACXQ/AQYxFf3KHCc/s320/IMGP0852.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258857321421878866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's all that and a bag of chips!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuss loves being outside and the weather has been great these past two weekends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents are happy too, because she sleeps through the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm still counting my blessings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-4947013757164126962?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/4947013757164126962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=4947013757164126962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/4947013757164126962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/4947013757164126962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/10/c-is-for-charlie.html' title='&quot;C&quot; is for Charlie'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SPs23wfQNlI/AAAAAAAACXQ/AQYxFf3KHCc/s72-c/IMGP0852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-5556856227556122792</id><published>2008-10-17T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T08:30:41.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's only hair people!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SPs1Z9qRbJI/AAAAAAAACXI/o6SFIW53nG4/s1600-h/IMGP0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SPs1Z9qRbJI/AAAAAAAACXI/o6SFIW53nG4/s200/IMGP0849.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258855710050053266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a loc'd sistah.   What made me loc was the fact my head was hot and sweaty, I didn't feel like paying a fortune to have it re-braided, and I'm extremely tender headed.  It's the only reason why I'm loc'd.  I've no spiritual connection, no epiphany, no drama, or any other life changing event to tell behind my decision.  I saw it, I liked the look, I foolishly thought it was no maintenance.  I'm enjoying it end of saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't break my heart when I see Black women with permed hair or, tastefully weaved hair, or any other hair style.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It's their personal choice.&lt;/span&gt;  I don't think it's about  showing self hatred, or trying to be more like folk that have straight hair.  It's not a slap in the face of our ancestors.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Its a personal choice&lt;/span&gt;.  If it's a particularly flattering style, I make sure I compliment the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to several natural hair care lists. I have to tell ya, the angst and the hoopla that transpires over hair is unbelievable.  I don't get it!  It's hair people!  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's not that deep!!!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so now ya'll know how truly shallow I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-5556856227556122792?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/5556856227556122792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=5556856227556122792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/5556856227556122792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/5556856227556122792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-only-hair-people.html' title='It&apos;s only hair people!'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SPs1Z9qRbJI/AAAAAAAACXI/o6SFIW53nG4/s72-c/IMGP0849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-1281468176685404743</id><published>2008-10-17T21:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T09:19:47.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone doesn't like shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SPqi3SMLiRI/AAAAAAAACXA/lJhwnCH3bu4/s1600-h/DSCN1052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SPqi3SMLiRI/AAAAAAAACXA/lJhwnCH3bu4/s200/DSCN1052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258694585567906066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SPlLoLDB1oI/AAAAAAAACWw/1Aon4TnI-MY/s1600-h/DSCN1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SPlLoLDB1oI/AAAAAAAACWw/1Aon4TnI-MY/s200/DSCN1037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258317193464108674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SPlLoTIb6qI/AAAAAAAACW4/5JRSnNiXM0E/s1600-h/DSCN1039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SPlLoTIb6qI/AAAAAAAACW4/5JRSnNiXM0E/s200/DSCN1039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258317195634272930" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Fuss didn't care to much for the new sneakers at first.  She's much happier in her socks, or better yet, in her bare feet.  She actually spreads her toes out so we can't get the offending items on her.  She takes so many pictures standing up, people think she can walk.  She believes she can too!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Grand baby soooo much, and time is going by sooooo quickly.  She's already 9 months old!  Slow down Fussalicious, enjoy this time to the fullest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-1281468176685404743?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/1281468176685404743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=1281468176685404743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/1281468176685404743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/1281468176685404743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/10/someone-doesnt-like-shoes.html' title='Someone doesn&apos;t like shoes'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SPqi3SMLiRI/AAAAAAAACXA/lJhwnCH3bu4/s72-c/DSCN1052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-6830742985361079645</id><published>2008-10-17T21:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T09:20:32.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A day out with all my Kidlets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SPlKvrj23zI/AAAAAAAACWo/1Z03LRc3IGo/s1600-h/DSCN1054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SPlKvrj23zI/AAAAAAAACWo/1Z03LRc3IGo/s200/DSCN1054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258316222939193138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SPlJkVdu79I/AAAAAAAACWY/953DPPYv-G4/s1600-h/DSCN1061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SPlJkVdu79I/AAAAAAAACWY/953DPPYv-G4/s200/DSCN1061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258314928517738450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SPlJklaJmJI/AAAAAAAACWg/xcezdSfNtPg/s1600-h/DSCN1043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SPlJklaJmJI/AAAAAAAACWg/xcezdSfNtPg/s200/DSCN1043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258314932797675666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time enjoying the outdoors and each other's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-6830742985361079645?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/6830742985361079645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=6830742985361079645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/6830742985361079645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/6830742985361079645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-out-with-all-my-kidlets.html' title='A day out with all my Kidlets'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CGKSnN9pQzU/SPlKvrj23zI/AAAAAAAACWo/1Z03LRc3IGo/s72-c/DSCN1054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-2092873178984872138</id><published>2008-10-17T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:19:39.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Washington Post Endorses Obama for President</title><content type='html'>Well said by the Washington Post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mr. Obama's temperament is unlike anything we've seen on the national stage in many years. He is deliberate but not indecisive; eloquent but a master of substance and detail; preternaturally confident but eager to hear opposing points of view. He has inspired millions of voters of diverse ages and races, no small thing in our often divided and cynical country. We think he is the right man for a perilous moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-2092873178984872138?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/2092873178984872138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=2092873178984872138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/2092873178984872138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/2092873178984872138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/10/washington-post-endorses-obama-for.html' title='The Washington Post Endorses Obama for President'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-3405591819446464805</id><published>2008-10-17T02:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T02:05:26.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn it feels good to be a Bangsta</title><content type='html'>http://www.sinfest.net/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuff said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-3405591819446464805?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/3405591819446464805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=3405591819446464805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/3405591819446464805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/3405591819446464805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/10/damn-it-feels-good-to-be-bangsta.html' title='Damn it feels good to be a Bangsta'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-2255947843027690964</id><published>2008-10-16T05:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:25:34.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Height, Age, Weight, Health</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been more conscious of my age (47), and my height (5' 7") and Weight (never you mind).  According to the social security administration, I have to work another 20 years before I can qualify for full benefits.  Excactly what there will be to collect is a great mystery to me, but I digress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing all the right things saving for my retirement, although, at this present time I refuse to look @ my retirement account, building my credit, and lately paying closer attention to my health,  Hopefully it's not too late, and nothing unwanted is brewing in my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm challenging myself to eat more fruit and veggies, although it's hard finding those that aren't treated w/pesticides, and at least walk every day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you have health problems, eating and exercising, even a little bit can benefit you,  (Provided your doctor says it's ok).  I figure if it's God's will, I'm going to be 50.  Why not be 50 with a healthier body and credit score?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-2255947843027690964?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/2255947843027690964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=2255947843027690964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/2255947843027690964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/2255947843027690964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/10/height-age-weight-health.html' title='Height, Age, Weight, Health'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-2020719600441873218</id><published>2008-10-14T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:20:06.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two of my Slow Hand favorites</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LcOr8cSO2Wk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LcOr8cSO2Wk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yekz__cCci0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yekz__cCci0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-2020719600441873218?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/2020719600441873218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=2020719600441873218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/2020719600441873218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/2020719600441873218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-of-my-slow-hand-favorites.html' title='Two of my Slow Hand favorites'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19361330.post-4366923669539803319</id><published>2008-10-13T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:11:09.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>Six years ago yesterday, we adopted the doglets.  As you know Pooh Bear passed 7 months ago.  Princess and I celebrated by just hanging out and doing nothing.....together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby dog, as I sometimes call her, has a little more grey in her fur, her eyes are getting a little cloudy and her gait is slower.  She can't jump on the bed or her favorite chair, and the stairs sometimes give her trouble.  I'm not going to acknowledge what is to come.  I'm just going enjoy the next 6 years and continue to spoil her rotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to us Princess...two old girls hanging out together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/234/E7997F81ED735AB40838BFA3FB25AEF5.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19361330-4366923669539803319?l=ceelevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/feeds/4366923669539803319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19361330&amp;postID=4366923669539803319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/4366923669539803319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19361330/posts/default/4366923669539803319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceelevel.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!'/><author><name>Cee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660750111140185675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RWLYa2FuY/TeQBrUD-LeI/AAAAAAAADrk/lvOo5uIq5AQ/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-04%2Bat%2B19.53.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
