<?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-20069277</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:27:50.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedstuy Chick</title><subtitle type='html'>I am striving to live my life as life should be lived....aware that we create our reality and directly affect it by what we say and how we act on a daily basis.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-6275251788348556402</id><published>2010-02-02T15:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:25:29.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall I start blogging again?</title><summary type='text'>I had pretty much forgotten about this thing....then a friend posted a comment and I remembered that I have a blog. Trying to figure out if I want to start blogging again and what direction I will take it in.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/6275251788348556402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2010/02/shall-i-start-blogging-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/6275251788348556402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/6275251788348556402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2010/02/shall-i-start-blogging-again.html' title='Shall I start blogging again?'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-3339525711171975296</id><published>2008-05-19T15:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:15:49.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I noticed you....</title><summary type='text'>....noticing me this morning. Was so pleased you passed me your card before you disappeared through the closing doors.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/3339525711171975296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-noticed-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/3339525711171975296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/3339525711171975296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-noticed-you.html' title='I noticed you....'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/SDHQMs0rNuI/AAAAAAAAADk/l3NZSG4fjAU/s72-c/subway.s' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-1036089294450919425</id><published>2008-02-15T19:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T19:27:22.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Official 1 Week count down</title><summary type='text'>My move date is Feb 23rd....I am excited and nervous all at the same time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/1036089294450919425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2008/02/official-1-week-count-down.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/1036089294450919425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/1036089294450919425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2008/02/official-1-week-count-down.html' title='Official 1 Week count down'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-7167107226453644338</id><published>2008-02-14T15:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T15:28:41.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>V- Day 2008</title><summary type='text'>Ok what has my love life looked like since last V-day ? I am totally drawing a blank....did I date at all this year? Oh yeah...There was the Haitian Lover who claimed he loved me after 2 dates. He was a great lay, and fun to be around but he worked about 20 hours a day!There was Something New.... went out on about 3 or 4 dates but I didnt really see a future with him.There was Mr. Perfect Teeth..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/7167107226453644338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2008/02/v-day-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/7167107226453644338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/7167107226453644338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2008/02/v-day-2008.html' title='V- Day 2008'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-2239221989115026286</id><published>2008-02-13T20:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T20:40:26.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am spent...</title><summary type='text'>I am tired and I just want this process to be over...it is mentally, physically and financially draining. I wanna wake up tomorrow and be all moved in the new placed!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/2239221989115026286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-spent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/2239221989115026286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/2239221989115026286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-spent.html' title='I am spent...'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-4278784520115197076</id><published>2008-02-08T10:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T10:57:36.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I expect to close next week....</title><summary type='text'>So I have been dropping hints to my lawyer for the past 2 weeks that a 2/14 closing would be an amazing Valentine's Day gift. Yesterday she finally told me that we maybe able to pull it off. So based on that I set my move date for 2/23/08.  So I am officially on a 2 week count down to move date. I have so much to do....I need to make a to do list to make sure I get everything done.YEAH ME!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/4278784520115197076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-expect-to-close-next-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/4278784520115197076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/4278784520115197076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-expect-to-close-next-week.html' title='I expect to close next week....'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-8037936960010561872</id><published>2008-02-05T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T17:31:00.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GET OUT AND VOTE!</title><summary type='text'>I know you guys have probably heard it so many times already.... but I am truly moved and excited by the potential to really have change. I have finally had my glass of the Obama Kool-Aid.I just came from letting my son cast my ballot in NYC Primary, with the Audacity to Hope that one day he will be able to tell his grandkids...." I cast a ballot that year even though I was only 11, I cast the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/8037936960010561872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2008/02/get-out-and-vote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/8037936960010561872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/8037936960010561872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2008/02/get-out-and-vote.html' title='GET OUT AND VOTE!'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-7759138203180974711</id><published>2008-01-16T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T17:01:31.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly A Bedstuy Chick!</title><summary type='text'>So I have lived on the border of Bedstuy for 6 years now reaping all the amenities of Ft. Greene and Clinton Hill. My upcoming move is deeper and truly in the heart of Bedstuy. I am in the process of wrapping my mind and heart around the idea and what it will truly mean to the lifestyle I have become accustom to. For instance.... Currenty I live a block and a half away from the local train and 3 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/7759138203180974711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2008/01/truly-bedstuy-chick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/7759138203180974711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/7759138203180974711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2008/01/truly-bedstuy-chick.html' title='Truly A Bedstuy Chick!'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-1469156456472280287</id><published>2008-01-15T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:25:59.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Approved!</title><summary type='text'>My mortgage was approved today, even though I was pre-qualified and pretty confident I would get it I was still nervous that "they" the bank would turn me away. Anyway today I got official confirmation....my loan was approved!Picture me doing cartwheels thru my house!Nai</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/1469156456472280287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2008/01/youre-approved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/1469156456472280287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/1469156456472280287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2008/01/youre-approved.html' title='You&apos;re Approved!'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-8313036620403568276</id><published>2008-01-06T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T17:29:17.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brought a new computer today</title><summary type='text'>I have pretty much been scared to turn off my computer for the past 2 months... today my main man Rico went with me to the apple store in soho and we walked out with a brand spanking new I Mac....I have a learning curve ahead but i am totally amped about the new system.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/8313036620403568276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2008/01/brought-new-computer-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/8313036620403568276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/8313036620403568276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2008/01/brought-new-computer-today.html' title='Brought a new computer today'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-1218534330809393025</id><published>2008-01-04T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:15:49.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Goals for 2008</title><summary type='text'>Simple and to the point in 2008 I am going to ....1. Close on my house and move in by March 2008.....make it happen by any means necessary.2. Lose 20 lbs by my birthday and a total of 40lbs by the end of the year.3. Focus on my career, begin serious looking for a new gig by 3rd quarter.4. Save at least $5000 for emergency fund and increase my income by $10,000.5. Begin attending Brooklyn Ethical </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/1218534330809393025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-goals-for-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/1218534330809393025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/1218534330809393025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-goals-for-2008.html' title='My Goals for 2008'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/R37Y8Lt-hwI/AAAAAAAAADU/pgP4TFBfu7A/s72-c/111923_Happy+New+Year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-1453219998162893814</id><published>2007-12-19T15:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T13:11:26.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow I sign my Contract....</title><summary type='text'>It has been a long time coming and i was beginning to get a little scared that it would't happen. But tomorrow morning I am meeting with my lawyer to sign away the next 30 years of my life.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/1453219998162893814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/12/tomorrow-i-sign-my-contract.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/1453219998162893814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/1453219998162893814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/12/tomorrow-i-sign-my-contract.html' title='Tomorrow I sign my Contract....'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-6273462513211505184</id><published>2007-11-07T15:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T15:21:09.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>homeownership??!!</title><summary type='text'>I did a walk thru- it is not my dream home but it is a good starter home ;o)I filled out a mortgage application- he pulled my credit and didnt send me packing ;o)I hired an attorney- she is friendly ;o)I am looking for an inspector......</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/6273462513211505184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/11/homeownership.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/6273462513211505184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/6273462513211505184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/11/homeownership.html' title='homeownership??!!'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-2788552585719349739</id><published>2007-05-08T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T15:08:34.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saw Me'Shell Last Night!</title><summary type='text'>TrustPut your tongue In my mouth Make me wet Run your handsDown my back Grab my ass Lay me down Spread my legs Mmm, tell me What's it like Inside me Mmm Inside me Oh yeah Inside me You're so hard Mmm, so warm baby So deep Deep Let me hold you closer Baby I won't let go Let me stroke you with my warmth Make you come Inside me Inside me Yeah, does it feel good? Inside me Can't you feel My sadness </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/2788552585719349739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/05/saw-meshell-last-night.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/2788552585719349739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/2788552585719349739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/05/saw-meshell-last-night.html' title='Saw Me&apos;Shell Last Night!'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-5170824226698497960</id><published>2007-05-03T12:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T12:12:53.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a long time....</title><summary type='text'>I shouldna left ya...Will be back to posting soon!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/5170824226698497960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-been-long-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/5170824226698497960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/5170824226698497960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-been-long-time.html' title='Its been a long time....'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-1437640419974618923</id><published>2007-03-21T11:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T11:57:44.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a date on Friday..</title><summary type='text'>and by Tuesday....another one bites the dust!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/1437640419974618923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-had-date-on-friday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/1437640419974618923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/1437640419974618923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-had-date-on-friday.html' title='I had a date on Friday..'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-1866205503724631490</id><published>2007-02-13T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T13:34:53.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is Valentine's Day</title><summary type='text'>For some reason I have began to think about the men have come in and out of my life over the past 12 months since Valentine's Day 2006...1. There was K... we hung out until late April. I had questions about his sexuality and he probably does also.2. There was J..... who didn't work out because I couldn't handle his clothing choices ( much deeper story here).3. There was C.... we still spend time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/1866205503724631490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/02/tomorrow-is-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/1866205503724631490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/1866205503724631490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/02/tomorrow-is-valentines-day.html' title='Tomorrow is Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-5519282016531153838</id><published>2007-02-07T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T18:20:59.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC's of life</title><summary type='text'>A - AVAILABLE: I am.B - BIRTHDAY: June 4th 1975C - CRUSHING: Not reallyD - DRINK YOU LAST HAD: CaipirinhaE - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO: My Baby MommaF - FAVORITE BANDS: Prince, Dead Prez, Fela Kuti &amp; Africa 70....the list goes on and onG - GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS: I dont eat either.H - HOMETOWN: People's Republic of BrooklynI - INSTRUMENT(s): D'Jimbe, and the human body J - JUGGLE: only men ;o</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/5519282016531153838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/02/abcs-of-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/5519282016531153838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/5519282016531153838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/02/abcs-of-life.html' title='ABC&apos;s of life'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-4424789607277658656</id><published>2007-02-06T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T15:03:54.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing up and asking for what I want...</title><summary type='text'>So I decided to do something about my disappointment in the proposed salary increase offered in conjunction with my promotion at work.  More to come soon...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/4424789607277658656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/02/standing-up-and-asking-for-what-i-want.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/4424789607277658656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/4424789607277658656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/02/standing-up-and-asking-for-what-i-want.html' title='Standing up and asking for what I want...'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-1405115355840252499</id><published>2007-02-05T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:19:42.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions...</title><summary type='text'>So... I was being recruited by a Bank and being fast tracked thru the interview process, when I hit a speed bump. I don't know if I should take it as a sign from the universe that this position is not the right move for me to make.In other news my current employer offered me a promotion and a new market to oversee. I am a excited for the change of scenery and a new challenge but, I am a little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/1405115355840252499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/02/decisions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/1405115355840252499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/1405115355840252499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/02/decisions.html' title='Decisions...'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-6914097103046089204</id><published>2007-01-29T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:15:50.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Alter Ego...</title><summary type='text'> So Friday was Andre's 30+1 birthday and I decided to throw him a party. Andre has been in my life for 7 years now and I am a much better person for it! Any way.. I love giving  parties and won't let Andre give no for an answer. I surprised him witha formal sit down dinner for 12 folks.Originally we were going to do a murder mystery party. But then Andre changed his mind and said all his friends </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/6914097103046089204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-alter-ego.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/6914097103046089204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/6914097103046089204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-alter-ego.html' title='My Alter Ego...'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/Rb5yXoZJi2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/C9ddP2Ne5M8/s72-c/DSC00023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-6819748898226399175</id><published>2007-01-23T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:19:04.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So much going on...</title><summary type='text'>My life is pretty much in a state of flux right now. Dont wanna jinx it so I wont blog about it til it becomes a reality.On another note I have dropped 4lbs so I am feeling pretty good about myself. Just working out, smaller portions &amp; no starbucks Mochas in the morning!Looking forward to sharing good news with you soon!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/6819748898226399175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-much-going-on.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/6819748898226399175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/6819748898226399175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-much-going-on.html' title='So much going on...'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-5893987839643377843</id><published>2007-01-17T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:29:52.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Play with Me!</title><summary type='text'>So I missed my workout yesterday...cause my friend offered to buy me lunch at Haru, a great sushi spot not to far from the office. Ok I know you didnt think I was gonna make a 180 change over night! However I was pretty good. I had the Lunch special and when I was full.... I stopped eating. This is HUGE for me, because when something tastes great I will clear my plate on GP. Dont know if you have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/5893987839643377843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/01/come-play-with-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/5893987839643377843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/5893987839643377843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/01/come-play-with-me.html' title='Come Play with Me!'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-3086420027412499035</id><published>2007-01-15T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:15:51.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two- Back on the Wagon</title><summary type='text'>So after a night of partying and climbing into bed at 3:30am ...my boy called me at 8:15am to say he'd be to our train stop in 35 mins to hit the gym. I mumbled something back I guess it was something like "cool" and rolled over. My mom called at 8:19am and I mumbled something else into the phone... she tells me to call her when I get up. I am laying there in my bed trying to will my body up at 8</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/3086420027412499035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/01/day-two-back-on-wagon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/3086420027412499035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/3086420027412499035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/01/day-two-back-on-wagon.html' title='Day Two- Back on the Wagon'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/Raw-nEl-4mI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Wb7u7iQ43EE/s72-c/AA046518.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-831639520170411261</id><published>2007-01-14T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T19:17:49.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One- Back on the Wagon</title><summary type='text'>So I went to the movies last night to see Children of Men with my boy Rico &amp; was feeling quite gross. I haven't been able to fit into some of my favorite outfits for at least 3 months now, but have taken very little initiative to do anything about it. I am FAT!!!I got on the scale and it yelled back at me 187.6 mind u this time last year I was 170. That is damn near 20 lbs for no good reason. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/831639520170411261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/01/day-one-back-on-wagon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/831639520170411261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/831639520170411261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/01/day-one-back-on-wagon.html' title='Day One- Back on the Wagon'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-3518951144188695724</id><published>2007-01-12T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T19:05:10.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sleep patterns are eratic</title><summary type='text'>I fell asleep at 9:30pm last night. Woke up at 3am....fell back asleep at 7am  and then got up at 8:30am needless to say I was late for work.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/3518951144188695724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-sleep-patterns-are-eratic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/3518951144188695724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/3518951144188695724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-sleep-patterns-are-eratic.html' title='My Sleep patterns are eratic'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-7032190754714961614</id><published>2007-01-08T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:15:51.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun on the Ice!</title><summary type='text'>I went ice skating in prospect park on Sunday with Russatta, Oshadi &amp; Medhane after a night of crazy partying at reggae retro with Lesley. I almost didnt make it cause I was just a tad hung over. But I one made a committent to spend more quality time with my son in the '007 and two I had invited Russatta along and was still feeling bad that due to my bad time management on Saturday, she elected </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/7032190754714961614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/01/fun-on-ice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/7032190754714961614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/7032190754714961614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/01/fun-on-ice.html' title='Fun on the Ice!'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/RaWxFUl-4jI/AAAAAAAAACA/2uhFxd__0Tc/s72-c/ice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-5259626968719836169</id><published>2007-01-01T19:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T13:04:41.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2007</title><summary type='text'>What were you doing as 2006 slipped into 2007? I was standing in Prospect Park watching the fireworks with my 10 year old son. I decided early on in the week that I was going to bring in the New Year with him as opposed to dropping him off and partying somewhere. I fought temptation all week long. First I got an invite to party in DC, then I got an invite to a party at a friend of a friend's new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/5259626968719836169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/5259626968719836169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/5259626968719836169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-2007.html' title='Happy 2007'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-8718542820130260202</id><published>2006-12-18T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:15:51.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not looking as Bad as i thought....</title><summary type='text'>But I still need to drop 35 lbs! This is me Saturday night at my GirlFriend Lesley's Born Day Fete. We had a fab time and drank way too much. Lesley is an amazing woman, she is the type of friend that everyone should have at least one of. I can say whatever and we can agree to disagree. I dont have to worry if she is gonna take something the wrong way cause she rolls with the punches and will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/8718542820130260202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-looking-as-bad-as-i-thought.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/8718542820130260202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/8718542820130260202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-looking-as-bad-as-i-thought.html' title='Not looking as Bad as i thought....'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/RYYGHCLjh4I/AAAAAAAAAAg/RNUbPtLCgqQ/s72-c/DSCN0999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-1476407527824052800</id><published>2006-12-17T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:15:51.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a handful of the Siblings</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/1476407527824052800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-handful-of-siblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/1476407527824052800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/1476407527824052800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-handful-of-siblings.html' title='Just a handful of the Siblings'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/RYYMhSLjh5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/N_JrUjOdtu4/s72-c/DSCN0939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-7613856270336736256</id><published>2006-12-15T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:15:52.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Forward to 2007</title><summary type='text'>Ok so I has definitely been a minute since I posted here, and don't even know if any of my peeps still pass thru to see what a sister has been up to. Never the less I am going to post my 2007 goals here and ask that all help me hold to them!1. Get Healthy- I was doing so well and then I fell off the wagon around April 2006. I pay my gym membership every month and so I need to make use of it. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/7613856270336736256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/12/looking-forward-to-2007.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/7613856270336736256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/7613856270336736256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/12/looking-forward-to-2007.html' title='Looking Forward to 2007'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/RYMlVb0RVrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/naw3yc-ogvM/s72-c/naima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-115825255498081935</id><published>2006-09-14T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T12:49:15.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>day 3 of cleanse</title><summary type='text'>Ok So I almost had a break down yesterday...wanted to give up so bad it hurt. I thought about going downstairs and making a tuna fish sandwich. I thought about skating over to habana outpost and ordering a mexican corn and maybe an avocado sandwich. I am walking around with $4 in my pocket so I can't buy starbucks or sushi or anything for that matter. I leave my ATM card at home so that I cant </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/115825255498081935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-3-of-cleanse.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/115825255498081935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/115825255498081935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-3-of-cleanse.html' title='day 3 of cleanse'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-115817017302709285</id><published>2006-09-13T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T13:56:13.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>8 1/2 more days</title><summary type='text'>                                                        I like that number better!I think I am gonna stick to 10 days and work on making it thru that. I am dying today. I had a meeting this morning so I didnt drink my morning tea until 11:30 almost 12 noon. I had 2 BMs this morning before I left for work but nothing since then. I am a little hungry and more so just craving avocado sandwich...wow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/115817017302709285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/09/8-12-more-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/115817017302709285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/115817017302709285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/09/8-12-more-days.html' title='8 1/2 more days'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-115811169322462455</id><published>2006-09-12T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T21:41:33.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>20 days to go...</title><summary type='text'>So I am wrapping up my first day on the cleanse. Not to bad a few cravings but not overwhelemingly so. I did think about avocado sandwich &amp; having Habana Outpost tomorrow. But Habana Out Post will be there on Oct 1 when I wrap up.  I am a little hungry right now so I will have a little lemonade before I am make my tea.Only had 5 cups so far so this will be #6.  I added less maple syrup to the mix</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/115811169322462455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/09/20-days-to-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/115811169322462455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/115811169322462455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/09/20-days-to-go.html' title='20 days to go...'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-115802703665069976</id><published>2006-09-11T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T22:13:30.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Master Cleanse....</title><summary type='text'>21 days and counting.....Ok I have pretty much been a slug all summer and put on about 12 lbs ;o( not happy, and none of my clothes fit properly. So Russatta and I have been planning on doing the master cleanse since April and we are finally getting around to it. She started today and I am starting tomorrow since my lemons were rock hard this morning and My maple sryup was running low (My son has</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/115802703665069976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/09/master-cleanse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/115802703665069976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/115802703665069976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/09/master-cleanse.html' title='Master Cleanse....'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-115756109976791171</id><published>2006-09-06T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T13:05:46.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a son in Middle School!</title><summary type='text'>He graduated from elementary school this past June on the honor roll with a handful of awards. I was so proud of him. He is an amazing child and I am truly blessed to have him in my life.Yesterday was the first day of school for him! Middle School, new school, new kids, new teachers, new everything! His dad and talked to him about the importance of it all over the summer and one last time as we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/115756109976791171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-son-in-middle-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/115756109976791171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/115756109976791171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-son-in-middle-school.html' title='I have a son in Middle School!'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-114322071565278700</id><published>2006-08-28T16:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T16:39:18.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I an Alpha Female?</title><summary type='text'>What is the definition of an alpha female... and am I one? A good buddy of mine called me an Alpha female the other day and I laughed cause I always call him an alpha male. In truth I am attracted to Alpha males and have been as long as I can remember....but are alpha males attracted to alpha females and is that a part of my issue with finding a suitable partner?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/114322071565278700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/08/am-i-alpha-female.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114322071565278700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114322071565278700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/08/am-i-alpha-female.html' title='Am I an Alpha Female?'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-115343236026156826</id><published>2006-07-20T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T20:19:11.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a mini melt down this morning...</title><summary type='text'>And it didnt look good.... I need to purge now.Too much clutter in my apartment and in my life. I am taking the weekend to throw out the things I have collected but dont really need. I mean if I havent touched something in over a year or 2 or  3 years in some cases, I guess I dont really need it. I gotta stop holding on to stuff just because.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/115343236026156826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-had-mini-melt-down-this-morning.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/115343236026156826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/115343236026156826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-had-mini-melt-down-this-morning.html' title='I had a mini melt down this morning...'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-115272618273765564</id><published>2006-07-12T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T13:43:03.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting By...</title><summary type='text'>"This morning, I woke up Feeling brand new and I jumped up Feeling my highs, and my lows In my soul, and my goals" Ok so maybe I was a little tired and didn't really want to get out of bed cause it was calling out to me everytime I sat up and tried to make myself head to the shower. But I am feeling brand new of late. I am in a good place in my life overall...and even though thing aren't 100% </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/115272618273765564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/07/getting-by.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/115272618273765564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/115272618273765564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/07/getting-by.html' title='Getting By...'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-114948470667686712</id><published>2006-06-04T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T17:20:00.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is my Birthday!</title><summary type='text'>I am 31 years old today...my Mom says I was born early in the morning. Dont know how cause I hate to get up early....I  have trouble seeing the early side of 7am on any given day.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/114948470667686712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-is-my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114948470667686712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114948470667686712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-is-my-birthday.html' title='Today is my Birthday!'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-114773367464663879</id><published>2006-05-24T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T11:45:36.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30 + 1 to grow on...</title><summary type='text'>So I am going to be 31 years old! There is no looking back now, it is the onward march toward 40. How do I feel? Sometimes I still feel 18, and when I look at folks who are in my age box I don't think I look like them at all. I mean I don't look like I have a son who is starting middle school in the fall do I? I can still wear super short mini skirts with cute t-shirts and flip flops and not look</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/114773367464663879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/05/30-1-to-grow-on.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114773367464663879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114773367464663879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/05/30-1-to-grow-on.html' title='30 + 1 to grow on...'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-114765180517772189</id><published>2006-05-14T19:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T22:08:22.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Garden grows in Brooklyn!</title><summary type='text'>So even though the comment was anonymous I know it was my Sister who demanded a garden update....Well folks Oyo has been hard at work in the garden...and I have even said quite elegantly and aloof to others that..." I think I am going to work in the garden tonite." I felt quite lady like and sophisticated saying it too. Very tea &amp; crumpets u know so enough suspense here is an updated shot....The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/114765180517772189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/05/garden-grows-in-brooklyn.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114765180517772189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114765180517772189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/05/garden-grows-in-brooklyn.html' title='A Garden grows in Brooklyn!'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-114676270867613667</id><published>2006-05-04T12:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T22:07:16.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Mile excuse me D-town</title><summary type='text'>I am in Michigan visiting my older sister Lolobo... Got in late last night and we were supposed to catch some jazz in Detroit but when we got there at 10pm the kitchen had just closed down and the band was done for the night...no stress cause i was a little tired anyway. Got up this morning and walked to the coffee spot...why was I the only person walking? i always forget that folk dont really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/114676270867613667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/05/8-mile-excuse-me-d-town.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114676270867613667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114676270867613667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/05/8-mile-excuse-me-d-town.html' title='8 Mile excuse me D-town'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-114602291082192318</id><published>2006-04-25T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T22:49:39.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar</title><summary type='text'> Everyday she smiles,And looks me straight in the eye...and she lies to me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/114602291082192318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/04/liar.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114602291082192318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114602291082192318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/04/liar.html' title='Liar'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-114575958034517655</id><published>2006-04-22T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T22:34:25.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1+1+1+1= Marriage</title><summary type='text'>my dad &amp; iSo many of my friends know that I was raised in a polygamous family. I have a total of 30 brothers &amp; sisters. We were all raised together as one big happy (most of the time) family. I had 5 mothers growing up and 1 dad. All this to say I have recently been completely enthralled by the new HBO series Big Love. I watched all 6 episodes the other day back to back on my HBO on Demand and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/114575958034517655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/04/1111-marriage.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114575958034517655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114575958034517655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/04/1111-marriage.html' title='1+1+1+1= Marriage'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-114537656019246441</id><published>2006-04-18T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T18:20:01.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>too much attention vs too little attention..</title><summary type='text'>Ok so I have always said that I like a lot of attention when it comes to being in a relationship now I find myself fending off the attentions a gentleman who I have only known for about a week and he has joking referred to himself as my husband TWICE! I had to tell him today that I thought that it was inappropriate and asked him not to make that joke anymore because it makes me uncomfortable. He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/114537656019246441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/04/too-much-attention-vs-too-little.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114537656019246441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114537656019246441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/04/too-much-attention-vs-too-little.html' title='too much attention vs too little attention..'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-114479297389885523</id><published>2006-04-11T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T18:02:54.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Garden...pt. 2</title><summary type='text'>So to clear up the apparent confusion posted above are pics of my actual yard/ garden to be. The weather has been beautiful and I think that my next door neighbor was inspired by my cleaning cause they have cleaned their yard some also. I still wanna put up fencing though to make my garden a bit more private...even if my upstairs neighbors will still be able to look down into my yard.I'll post </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/114479297389885523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-gardenpt-2.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114479297389885523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114479297389885523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-gardenpt-2.html' title='My Garden...pt. 2'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-114469117651007155</id><published>2006-04-10T13:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T22:09:56.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Garden...</title><summary type='text'>This weekend I worked in the yard!!I had been planning all week to plant flowers in my backyard this past weekend and I went to Home Depot with my Mom to shop. I knew what I wanted Tulips and Daffodils and Hyacinth. Cause they are pretty and smell good too! Just walk up Park Avenue and you will see what i mean about tulips and daffodils together! So anyway I get to Home Depot and walk around for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/114469117651007155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-garden.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114469117651007155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114469117651007155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-garden.html' title='My Garden...'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-114442309449682502</id><published>2006-04-07T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T14:23:16.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Done......for now anyway!</title><summary type='text'>I am done.... I am tired of all the bullshit...I am tired of waiting for mr. right and dealing with mr. right now cause a woman has needs..I am finished with calling dude just to get my jollies off...I am taking a break from folks that I care more about their skills in bed than what's in their head...I am gonna work my frustrations off in the gym and working in my gardenI am taking a lesson in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/114442309449682502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-donefor-now-anyway.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114442309449682502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114442309449682502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-donefor-now-anyway.html' title='I&apos;m Done......for now anyway!'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-114416778002081277</id><published>2006-04-04T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T12:25:07.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girl...</title><summary type='text'>So I turned 30 last year and am getting ready to turn 31 in 2 months. Now for the longest time I believed that it is very hard if not impossible to make great friends after college. But lo and behold this past summer I was blessed with the opportunity to make a new friend. How she came into my life is a story unto itself and maybe told another day.....So we have been hanging pretty tight since </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/114416778002081277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-girl.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114416778002081277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114416778002081277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-girl.html' title='My Girl...'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-114373824435449290</id><published>2006-03-30T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T08:55:18.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not wearing pantyhose today!</title><summary type='text'>Spring is HERE! and my legs are bare... this is my most favorite time of the year! I am happy and beginning to feel rejuvenated. I want to put on my roller blades and skate through my streets in my denim miniskirt and locks hanging free. I tell you there is no place I rather be than Brooklyn USA in the spring. The free concerts are on their way and so is the Soul Summit house party that takes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/114373824435449290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-not-wearing-pantyhose-today.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114373824435449290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114373824435449290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-not-wearing-pantyhose-today.html' title='I am not wearing pantyhose today!'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-114357088692406343</id><published>2006-03-28T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T13:34:47.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am tired of doing this....</title><summary type='text'>   ten attributes of my perfect loverNiki tagged me and said that I have to list the ten attributes of my perfect lover... I figured out the rules from Olawumni who tagged her. So I am in a foul mood today as I write about my perfect lover....1. At Least 7" of manpower (see I am not being greedy)2. At least 6'3 of height3. Coco Chocolate Skin4. Dreadlocks long enough to grab a handful of and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/114357088692406343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-tired-of-doing-this.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114357088692406343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114357088692406343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-tired-of-doing-this.html' title='I am tired of doing this....'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-114261792265597721</id><published>2006-03-17T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T12:52:02.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I look and can't believe that you saw me when I was too scared to see you....She knew He long before she looked up into his eyes that day. she knew that he was coming... that he would demand much of her, and require nothing of her. So she played the hide &amp; seek game of her youth even though she appeared to many as an adult. She hid in relationships with any man that was not He. She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/114261792265597721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/03/sometimes-i-look-and-cant-believe-that.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114261792265597721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114261792265597721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/03/sometimes-i-look-and-cant-believe-that.html' title=''/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-114244150165377912</id><published>2006-03-15T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T02:15:17.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the future...</title><summary type='text'>So the other night in my epistemology class we were discussing the future... can the future be predicted? Pause before you answer cause this shit gets u in deeper than you think..1. we make decisions about the future/ present based on the assumption that the future will resemble the past. ie. if I drop this glass it will hit the floor. We dont expect the glass to float up to the ceiling do we...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/114244150165377912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/03/future.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114244150165377912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114244150165377912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/03/future.html' title='the future...'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-114056791101050001</id><published>2006-03-12T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T14:51:57.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Intensity</title><summary type='text'>Her hips move of their own accord and push up to meet him...they are begging &amp; pleading silently...communicating as the deaf do, only through the beauty of their movement."Don't move" he commands sternly. But his command falls upon deaf ears because she has relinquished all control.... her hips dance upward...pulsating to some rhythm that only the deaf can hear... So he pulls back and refuses her</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/114056791101050001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/03/intensity.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114056791101050001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114056791101050001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/03/intensity.html' title='Intensity'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-114176893174014533</id><published>2006-03-07T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T09:45:50.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock the Lock....</title><summary type='text'>....so if you live in NYC then you know that everybody and their mother has dreadlocks. It use to be a time when you could use hairstyle to quickly mull through the crowd, no longer! back in the day if a cat had dreadlocks more than likely he was vegetarian, culturally aware, artistic, intellectual, and spiritual...or some combo of three or more of these. Now a days locks are more than likely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/114176893174014533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/03/rock-lock.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114176893174014533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114176893174014533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/03/rock-lock.html' title='Rock the Lock....'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-114144053722300619</id><published>2006-03-03T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T22:38:04.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes....</title><summary type='text'>sometimes my smile hurts.my friend asked me how i was doing and I said "everything is cool"and he said..."you know what oyo...you'll smile through it all, and know one will no your hurting inside"and I smiled and said "damn i forgot how well you know me."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/114144053722300619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/03/sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114144053722300619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114144053722300619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/03/sometimes.html' title='sometimes....'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-114135512312314875</id><published>2006-03-02T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T20:32:18.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what was it like for me part 2</title><summary type='text'>....I didn't hear from him all that week. and then on the 7th day it happened...Dude called. "Peace" I say to the unfamiliar number displayed on my cell phone. "Yeah...this is Dude" That first conversation must have lasted about an hour and I have no clue as to what we talked about all I remember is us promising to talk later. We wound up spending that entire summer together for the most part, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/114135512312314875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-was-it-like-for-me-part-2.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114135512312314875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114135512312314875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-was-it-like-for-me-part-2.html' title='what was it like for me part 2'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-114124865517387433</id><published>2006-03-01T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T15:46:26.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what was it like for me...</title><summary type='text'>My soul sistah Niki posed the question....what does it mean to fall in love? what does it mean to BE in love? how does it make you feel? how many times have you been in love? is falling in love really that rare? As I entered into 2005 I posed a very similar question to myself...."Is love a unicorn?" let me explain....if you ask anyone, any age- what a unicorn is they can tell you. they can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/114124865517387433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-was-it-like-for-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114124865517387433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114124865517387433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-was-it-like-for-me.html' title='what was it like for me...'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-114114082401385398</id><published>2006-02-28T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T17:23:14.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Magneto &amp; Professor X...</title><summary type='text'>What if Magneto &amp; Professor X put aside their beef and joined forces...I mean no one could fuck with them right? Where Professor X falls short or is weak, Magneto picks up the slack and vice versa. Together they would make up the ultimate duo! So my goal.....find my Magneto, I want my partner to have the qualities that would enable them to be my greatest foe (minus the evil intentions) all my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/114114082401385398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/magneto-professor-x.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114114082401385398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114114082401385398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/magneto-professor-x.html' title='Magneto &amp; Professor X...'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-114092061078060935</id><published>2006-02-25T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T21:27:32.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Booty...</title><summary type='text'>Have you seen that Nike ad about a woman loving the size of her butt? I love it! But to be perfectly honest I have a love hate relationship with my booty. I mean I will go all out to find the perfect pair of booty jeans that hug me just right but complain all the way through about why the waist and hips dont both fit... My booty is envied by some and pitied by others. My booty has even had a song</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/114092061078060935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-booty.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114092061078060935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114092061078060935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-booty.html' title='My Booty...'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-114061939402297401</id><published>2006-02-22T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T16:20:08.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YBB Brunch #2....</title><summary type='text'> So this past Sunday was the 2nd gathering of the Young Black &amp; Beautiful Brunch. Russatta hosted it....and did an amazing job! This was her first ever time hosting any type of gathering and to do it for 20 folks is a task to say the least. As always we had a blast... in addition we have given ourselves a task.. for the April gathering each of us are going to bring a protege between the ages of 8</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/114061939402297401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/ybb-brunch-2.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114061939402297401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114061939402297401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/ybb-brunch-2.html' title='YBB Brunch #2....'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-114036511712641536</id><published>2006-02-19T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T09:47:46.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Billie Bread....</title><summary type='text'>Yeast, Flour, Butter, Salt, Sugar, Water....The ingredients sit on the kitchen table and I conjure up an image of my Grandma as I start to mix them together to make the bread ...once the yeast is mixed with the warm water I now smell my Grandma also..... and her image begins to move in my mind. I see her sitting at the funny shaped kitchen table kneading the bread with her huge powerful arms. We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/114036511712641536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/billie-bread.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114036511712641536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114036511712641536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/billie-bread.html' title='Billie Bread....'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-114019368734475463</id><published>2006-02-17T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T17:04:04.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch me....</title><summary type='text'>I lay in bed and he lays next to me.. we just talk and bullshit. Ever so often our legs brush or our hands touch as we punctuate a word, thought or story with body movement. Jazz is playing in the background and the Brooklyn night sounds blend in with Coltrane. A voice I find irresistible begins to sing the words to a song I love..."who is this?" I question and challenge him. He lists a few names</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/114019368734475463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/touch-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114019368734475463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114019368734475463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/touch-me.html' title='Touch me....'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-114005897510431382</id><published>2006-02-15T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T13:22:04.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Came across this poem....</title><summary type='text'>Never Offer Your Heart to Someone Who Eats Heartsby Alice WalkerNever offer your heartto someone who eats heartswho find heartmeatdeliciousbut not rarewho sucks the juicesdrop by dropand bloody-chinnedgrinslike a God.Never offer your heartto a heart gravy lover.Your stewed, overseasonedheart consumedhe will sop up your griefwith breadand send it shuttlingfrom side to sidein his mouthlike </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/114005897510431382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/came-across-this-poem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114005897510431382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114005897510431382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/came-across-this-poem.html' title='Came across this poem....'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-114001788715995358</id><published>2006-02-15T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T13:07:29.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn my coffee addiction....</title><summary type='text'>So I walk into my local Starbucks this morning as I do every morning and the barista calls out my drink as he does every morning, cause I have what some may call a habit and he knows my drink before I open my mouth.... So I feel someone looking at me, and turn around. There he is,  gotta be at least 6'5 but i am not sure cause I dont have my heels on and my dimensions are a little thrown off. But</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/114001788715995358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/damn-my-coffee-addiction.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114001788715995358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/114001788715995358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/damn-my-coffee-addiction.html' title='Damn my coffee addiction....'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-113995312727323936</id><published>2006-02-14T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T21:30:45.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Valentine's Day...</title><summary type='text'>1. this is the 1st V-day I can honestly say I am not secretly depressed or enivous of those souls who have found romantic love and are blissfully happy as they eat chocolate &amp; have flowers delivered.2. why does 2/14 dictate so many emotions 3. I am working on Oyo...... and I can see progress. My emotions today have allowed me to see my growth.4. I know the flowers I sent to my sister made her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/113995312727323936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/thoughts-on-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/113995312727323936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/113995312727323936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/thoughts-on-valentines-day.html' title='Thoughts on Valentine&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-113989017950229714</id><published>2006-02-13T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:07:09.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cause tomorrow is Valentines Day...</title><summary type='text'>Seductionone dayyou gonna walk in this houseand i'm gonna have a long Africangownyou'll sit down and say "The Black..."and i'm gonna take one arm outthen you-not noticing me at all- will say "What about this brother..."and i'm going to be slipping it over my headand you'll rap on about "The revolution..."while i rest your hand against my stomachyou'll go on-as you always do- saying"I just can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/113989017950229714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/cause-tomorrow-is-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/113989017950229714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/113989017950229714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/cause-tomorrow-is-valentines-day.html' title='cause tomorrow is Valentines Day...'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-113972256684721112</id><published>2006-02-12T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:58:41.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want......</title><summary type='text'>I want to fall in love so hard that it hurts to breathe..I want to be able to get on the treadmill and run on level 8 for 45 straight minutes...I want to smack the shit out of that fine ass brotha I jus saw walking down the street with that white chick and didnt even have the decency to look ashamedI want to buy that brownstone on Carlton, and each of my friends to buy up each house on Carlton </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/113972256684721112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-want.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/113972256684721112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/113972256684721112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-want.html' title='I want......'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-113950678338838046</id><published>2006-02-09T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T21:46:31.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tribesmen....</title><summary type='text'> Ok....I had a date last night with a guy from Senegal. He cooked me dinner and we talked and listened to music. He originally put on Bob Marley I guess he thought I would enjoy that and I do....but I requested that he put on Youssou Ndour. He seemed pleasantly surprised that I knew of the artist and even requested to hear him. The evening was very enjoyable and it has been a while since a man </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/113950678338838046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-tribesmen.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/113950678338838046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/113950678338838046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-tribesmen.html' title='My Tribesmen....'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-113941173651141740</id><published>2006-02-08T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T11:18:18.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll Bounce</title><summary type='text'>Saturday was my little sister's birthday. Ok we are the same age but technically I am 7 months older than she is so I am the big Sis, anyway she decided to have a roller skating party at the historical Empire Roller Rink in BKLYN. I was so excited because all my brothers and sisters can skate to some degree cause my dad loved to skate, and Empire is where it all happened. Anyway I talked mad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/113941173651141740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/roll-bounce.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/113941173651141740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/113941173651141740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/roll-bounce.html' title='Roll Bounce'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-113898491038357615</id><published>2006-02-03T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T13:57:05.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Patron of the Arts</title><summary type='text'>ok so I have been feeling very cultured lately in the past 7 days I attended 3 Art events:1. Bridge &amp; Tunnel- Friday night with Sam2. The Seven- Saturday Night with Russatta &amp; Maj3. The Black Fine Arts Show- Thursday Night with Russatta &amp; KevinBridge and Tunnel is an amazing one woman show,  where she does about 12 characters all immigrants and touchs on a lot of important issues that we dont </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/113898491038357615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/patron-of-arts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/113898491038357615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/113898491038357615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/02/patron-of-arts.html' title='Patron of the Arts'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-113865445255956986</id><published>2006-01-30T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T21:52:05.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She Tagged Me!</title><summary type='text'>Four Jobs I've HadCashier at Bengal Burger- my first job in College, i worked 3 hours a week at $5 an hour...and dont think i wasnt excited to cash my $15 check every week. I guess i got more than that $15 though cause me and all my friends had free lunch whenever I was at work!Seamstress- Made fancy dresses for all those fatermity and sorority balls. Freshman year everyone wore thier prom dress </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/113865445255956986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/01/she-tagged-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/113865445255956986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/113865445255956986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/01/she-tagged-me.html' title='She Tagged Me!'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-113822534350845180</id><published>2006-01-25T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T14:30:34.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Decisions....</title><summary type='text'>So do you make a move to a new company for more $$$ but less power? that was my dilema. As much as I wanted the money something was pulling me back from accepting the offer. I was really hoping that my company would make a good enough offer to make me want to stay. There was so much doubt too many questions and I honestly feel that when the universe speaks to me her voice is loud and clear and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/113822534350845180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/01/hard-decisions.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/113822534350845180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/113822534350845180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/01/hard-decisions.html' title='Hard Decisions....'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-113811586619485328</id><published>2006-01-24T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T11:39:25.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They Want Me....</title><summary type='text'>So I got an offer last night... That's right ladies and gentlemen, after a flurry of calls yesterday WAMU made me an offer. I get the offical offer today when Seattle wakes up cause thats where HQ are. Old girl will see if there is any wiggle room to find a few more incentives cause my manager is trying to come up with a counter offer! I feel so wanted, so needed! That's all for now will update </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/113811586619485328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/01/they-want-me.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/113811586619485328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/113811586619485328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/01/they-want-me.html' title='They Want Me....'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-113804952617328746</id><published>2006-01-23T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T21:30:29.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Women Allowed</title><summary type='text'>So one of my good friends tells me that he is having a Brunch and that it is for Men only. Doesnt he know that that just means I HAVE to be there. Dont tell me I cant cause that just makes me want it more! So I immediately hatch a plan to crash this guys only brunch, I mean I can be one of the guys...I'm that chick that will buy you a lap dance a the strip club cause your my homie. Ok ....1. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/113804952617328746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-women-allowed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/113804952617328746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/113804952617328746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-women-allowed.html' title='No Women Allowed'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-113778059731248174</id><published>2006-01-20T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T16:19:57.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to my Baby Mama!</title><summary type='text'>My Baby Mama...I dont even remember how, when or where the title came from. But if you know me well, then when I say I gotta call my Baby Mama cause it's been to long (we haven't spoken since yesterday!) you know what the deal is. My Baby mama is fine as hell, with an atititude to boot! Mama dont take no mess. She knows every little dirty deed I have done and loves me in spite of or because of...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/113778059731248174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/01/ode-to-my-baby-mama.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/113778059731248174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/113778059731248174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/01/ode-to-my-baby-mama.html' title='Ode to my Baby Mama!'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-113771980479536081</id><published>2006-01-19T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T09:37:45.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grabbing my bootstraps</title><summary type='text'>"pulling yourself up by your own bootstraps," meaning to leverage yourself to success from a small beginning.I am a bootstrapper, and so are most of my tribe. We have the desire to be winners and a willingness to do the necessary work to get there. When you think of me.....I am that runner that may have gotten of to a slow start because I didnt have all the advantages like an expensive trainer or</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/113771980479536081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/01/grabbing-my-bootstraps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/113771980479536081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/113771980479536081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/01/grabbing-my-bootstraps.html' title='Grabbing my bootstraps'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-113760719567122059</id><published>2006-01-18T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T19:12:49.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview drama</title><summary type='text'>Ok ...so i had a job interview today, and the day started off a mess but ended just fine.1. I couldn't find my black pantyhose that i just brought, and anyone who buys pantyhose knows that you cant just pick up a pair from the bodega on the corner.2. I found a pair of brown pantyhose still in the wrapper.....now where the hell is my brown pinstripesuit? Crap it is in the cleaners. Ok...brown </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/113760719567122059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/01/interview-drama.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/113760719567122059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/113760719567122059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/01/interview-drama.html' title='Interview drama'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069277.post-113738710583329809</id><published>2006-01-15T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T19:07:54.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Brunch</title><summary type='text'>Today I hosted the first YBB Brunch....What is YBB? It stands for Young Black and Beautiful! I like that classification much better than Buppie or any of the other terms that are floating around for young Black professionals that are making it happen. The other term that I like is bootstrapper... But for now we will stick with YBB! We are going to meet the 3rd Sunday of every month, each month a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/feeds/113738710583329809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/01/sunday-brunch.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/113738710583329809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069277/posts/default/113738710583329809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedstuychick.blogspot.com/2006/01/sunday-brunch.html' title='Sunday Brunch'/><author><name>bedstuy chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16755797573060138919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iQIOruAmE1I/S2iLtCmP7TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pO_zTZCxdZM/S220/Ms+Oyo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
