tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42753415021087049552024-02-07T20:19:08.951-05:00And Her Name Is Miss PI'm just me- P. And the things that come from my mind are real, ranging from celebrity foolishness to sex and love. If you like it, great, leave a comment. If you don't, leave a comment. Either way it goes, I'm still going to be me.Miss Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701329687242035333noreply@blogger.comBlogger165125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275341502108704955.post-55772317053185896512014-12-30T16:39:00.003-05:002014-12-30T16:39:57.807-05:00Changes coming round the cornerLike the new décor? 2015 is all about improvement. This is not a New Year's resolution; that's why I'm starting before 2015. No, this is a life change. It's time to stop being held back by past decisions. It's time to employ the knowledge I gained from those decisions. Forward momentum. Turning dreams into reality. I am ready for the next phase of my life. I may not be 100% sure what goals I plan to set for myself, but it's time to figure it out and achieve them. If I can dream it, I can be it. Laters.Miss Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701329687242035333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275341502108704955.post-57062659758904046142014-12-29T17:14:00.000-05:002014-12-29T17:14:42.546-05:00Don't call it a comeback...So.... it's been a while, hasn't it? I know this blog never really had followers and I mostly started it to practice writing, to feel it out, and I've decided to revive it for pretty much the same reasons. My voice has been stifled and it's time to dust the pipes off. I have no idea what the subject matter will be, probably whatever comes to mind, but I hope in time I will develop a style of my own and (hopefully) a few people will read it. To those who happen to stumble upon this: Welcome to the world of Miss P.<br />
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Miss Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701329687242035333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275341502108704955.post-4384070705232355812009-10-02T13:50:00.003-04:002009-10-02T13:56:51.858-04:00Screw The Olympics, Save Da Babies<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKvQbgJa5YGxqMRzBm7Qz_fQ_Hj7vHz6wf9004RK02V64J8jWntY_iS4ixVNEDh1u7hkfJlkZzdL_BbCHnHtdhMlZDeV0HihwRhIhrqgYxR3012AE3QHA8FAkGnmLacupJsxce3gu7_BM/s1600-h/olympics_free_logo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388063063892449042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKvQbgJa5YGxqMRzBm7Qz_fQ_Hj7vHz6wf9004RK02V64J8jWntY_iS4ixVNEDh1u7hkfJlkZzdL_BbCHnHtdhMlZDeV0HihwRhIhrqgYxR3012AE3QHA8FAkGnmLacupJsxce3gu7_BM/s400/olympics_free_logo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ok, I know it’s already been announced that Chicago lost the bid for the Olympics. And seeing as I claim Chicago all day every day, I should be upset, right? Wrong. I realized that most of my friends, except for a few, agree with me. Chicago did not need to host the Olympics. Not now, and not in the near future. And let me tell you why.<br /><br />I’m sure by now you all have heard about the <a href="http://www.csmonitor.com/2009/0929/p02s01-usgn.html">honor student</a>, who was NOT in a gang, that was beaten to death in Chicago. His death is one of many senseless acts of violence that occur in Chicago every day. This, above all else, is the reason I did not want Chicago to win the bid. All that energy and money, 70 billion dollars so far, that went into winning the bid was misdirected. How about saving the babies? How about putting that money into after school programs and jobs? Hell, here’s an idea: open up a center for underprivileged kids so they can have somewhere safe to be while their parents try to make a living or earn an education? Target single teen mothers so they no longer have an excuse to not finish school. Goddammit, do something. If the President and his wife and Oprah can make all these damn speeches about why Chicago needs the Olympics, and Oprah can open a school in South Africa, why the hell can’t the do something to help in their own back yard? Michelle grew up on the South Side. She knows what it’s really like out there. I am tired of reading in the paper every day that someone else has lost their son, daughter, mother, father, sister, brother, aunt, uncle, cousin to this bullshit! I refuse to sit by and watch the younger generation kill themselves off. Screw the Olympics; save the babies. </div>Miss Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701329687242035333noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275341502108704955.post-23961564275068543582009-09-10T11:48:00.002-04:002009-09-10T11:51:26.827-04:00Po Lil Tink TinkI know it's old, but I loves me some Kat Williams. Is it true he retired from stand up? I just don't understand why people throw away their bread and butter when they get a small dose of fame. Doesn't he have like 9 kids to feed? Anyway, enjoy the video heffas!<br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="448" height="374"> <br /><param name="movie"value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshh1jIXEzlNgFXuth85" /> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="quality" value="high" /> <embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshh1jIXEzlNgFXuth85" quality="high" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"></embed> </object>Miss Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701329687242035333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275341502108704955.post-3774362469319621952009-09-03T11:06:00.003-04:002009-09-03T11:21:07.274-04:00Need Some AdviceI know I haven't blogged in a while, and it's because I really don't have the time. I'm hoping that the few of you who have me listed in your blog rolls will notice this post and respond. You see, I have a dilemma.<br /><br />My hubby hasn't spent time with his brother since he was a toddler. Said brother is now 18, and visiting for a couple of weeks. MY 20 year old VERY pregnant sister is staying with us for a while. We drove to Chicago and back in one weekend. We left Chicago 3 pm Sunday and made it home 9:15 am Monday, so I had to take the day off, cuz I did ALL the driving (hubby has no license). Anyway, since we've gotten back, I feel like my hubby hasn't made any effort to spend alone time with me. I'm used to getting off work and chilling with him until I go to bed. I've had to share him since last Thursday. When I get home, he and his brother are playing the game. I can either watch them play, go chill with my sis in her room or on the couch, or go in my room ALONE. We all eat dinner together and watch something, then I go to bed ALONE. Then the two of them are up together until one of them calls it quits.<br /><br />Now, my question is, am I being selfish to want some time with my husband? I know he hasn't really been around his brother in like 16 years, but damnit, don't I deserve some attention, too? Do I really have to be neglected because 'I'm his wife and I'm gonna be there forever; his brother won't' (his words, not mine)? I mean, seriously, if you're gonna stay up with him, why can't you tear yourself away from him for just an hour and come and spend some quality time with your wife? Please, people, help me out on this one!Miss Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701329687242035333noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275341502108704955.post-89969865431535043962009-06-26T07:11:00.002-04:002009-06-26T07:28:49.703-04:00The King Is DeadYa'll know I have to come out of blogger hiatus today. Michael Jackson died yesterday. Farrah Fawcett died yesterday. Ed McMahon died Tuesday. And ya'll know my theory. When the good ones go back to back like that, it means we're going to hell in a hand basket. <div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>Now, I don't agree with Michael's choice of sexual activity, but you can't deny that he is one of the few entertainers that EVERYONE world wide knows. His music crossed all boundaries. My prayers go out to all 3 families, and they will all be missed.</div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>*True story- I was raised as a Jehovah's Witness, same as the Jacksons. I couldn't have been more than 10, and I was at the Kingdom Hall with my family, when guess who sneaks in the back? Michael Jackson. He sat quietly with his mother and they snuck out before it was over. Didn't really speak to anyone, although he did wave to those who spoke to him. I bet you anything my great Aunt is telling anyone who'll listen she had a long drawn out convo with him and they hugged and blah blah blah, lol. Anyway, RIP to you all. <div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 407px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 537px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/49/EdMcMahon05.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p> Edward Leo Peter "Ed" McMahon, Jr. </p><br /><br /><p> March 6, 1923 – June 23, 2009</p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGdjwcYUb8q_VyI_a3jI-vArr-LfdB2819bMlJiFeQqHDejPW0w96Oz9zV7lSQhtntdiKvvmAcLAFsoPHL_A6DJqhkdA-NbEs45O-pqXn-SX9048lqIwR67EFHksouK7tbILzNfp71T5a2/s400/Farrah-Fawcett-hair.jpg" border="0" /></p></div><br /><p> Farrah Fawcett </p><br /><p> February 2, 1947 — June 25, 2009</p><br /><p></p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://hotcelebrity.name/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/michael_jackson_king_of_pop.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p> Michael Joseph Jackson</p><p> August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009</p>Miss Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701329687242035333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275341502108704955.post-91695978666194639752009-05-06T11:30:00.000-04:002009-05-06T11:37:13.797-04:00<object width="500" height="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.fupa.com/swf/Ding-Ding/dingding.swf"></param><embed src="http://www.fupa.com/swf/Ding-Ding/dingding.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="500" height="500"><a href="http://www.fupa.com/">Find more free online flash games at Fupa.com</a></embed></object><br/><table border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=0 style="width:500px; background: #D7D7D7 url(http://fupa.com/images/fb_bg.png);"><tr><td><div style="float:left;"><a href="http://www.fupa.com/" target=_blank><img src="http://fupa.com/images/fb_logo.png" border=0></a></div><div style="float:right;"><a href="http://www.fupa.com/share.aspx?g=Ding-Ding"><img src="http://fupa.com/images/fb_share.png" border=0></a></div><div style="float:right;"><a href="http://www.fupa.com/embed/?g=Ding-Ding"><img src="http://fupa.com/images/fb_embed.png" border=0></a></div><div style="float:right;"><a href="http://www.fupa.com/nextgame.aspx?g=Ding-Ding"><img src="http://fupa.com/images/fb_next.png" border=0></a></div></td></tr></table>Miss Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701329687242035333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275341502108704955.post-77677521402666022222009-04-03T07:16:00.004-04:002009-04-03T07:33:49.566-04:00The Young Keep Dying Young<div>I am a HUGE Angel fan. That was my show! A little while ago when they started showing the entire series from the beginning on cable, I would record it on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">DVR</span> so I could watch it after work, because of course it came on at 6 and 7 IN THE MORNING!!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lol</span> Anyway, it hurts my heart to hear Andy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Hallet</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">bka</span> the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">lovable</span> green demon Lorne, has died at the age of 33 from a 5 year battle with heart disease March 29. RIP Lorne, and I know when you do your number for the Big Guy, he'll see what a big heart you have and how many devoted fans will miss you.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320426411035667746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM-R9kfu2w0Bwd1U_PV7re-61C-0Cvqie7P0Vw9pNtSF1hwsBbTOmhWOJWSxdeqqHOzLbJgE46lfLlB6dzqejB3B9glOKaSD0WZ_NioK4c2REIjBQ6VT-kMUHA2up2A2jiwWNyiM9Bhhg/s400/andy+hallet.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.popeater.com/television/article/angel-star-andy-hallett-dies-at-33/405901">source</a> </div>Miss Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701329687242035333noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275341502108704955.post-29233405136595572752009-03-26T14:51:00.005-04:002009-03-26T15:01:16.807-04:00UnbelievableI don't believe this. All this was really unnecessary. Click <a href="http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/dn/latestnews/stories/032609dnmetcopstop.3e9c080.html?nTar=OPUR">here</a> to read the original story and watch the video. <br /><br />Now, I don't care that the guy involved is a professional football player. Let's pretend he's just regular Joe from down the street. Yes, he was in the wrong for running the red light, and the stop signs. But when he repeatedly told him his mother-in-law was dying, and then the hospital staff came out to confirm it, did he really have to drag it out like that? I think that cop purposely procrastinated, and as a result, the father and son-in-law missed the last moments of their loved one's life. I've said it once, and I'll say it again, I can't stand crooked cops. SMDH. My prayers go out to the family.Miss Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701329687242035333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275341502108704955.post-10405182848083876662009-03-19T12:59:00.003-04:002009-03-19T13:14:20.486-04:00Happy Birthday To Me!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL6UCpC4FSzHUQhotpUqP5DvzJ42RwOnylKIVC_Qy3Q3_rqxB_msFTEeuQ-pW2o4rtMHtQLqQ67snleXZuAcdVCO9J5bubeR27lVxOPhaWnN2cYb8Acc6V7ZUhuX9508hvaAKsLPgl_f4/s1600-h/birthday.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314948226144872850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL6UCpC4FSzHUQhotpUqP5DvzJ42RwOnylKIVC_Qy3Q3_rqxB_msFTEeuQ-pW2o4rtMHtQLqQ67snleXZuAcdVCO9J5bubeR27lVxOPhaWnN2cYb8Acc6V7ZUhuX9508hvaAKsLPgl_f4/s400/birthday.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>It's my birthday people! Yay! And I'm here stuck at work. However, I am laughing my ass off and it's all because of Jamie Foxx and his Foxxhole radio show. I went and found the link to the episode where they go hard on Kat Williams back in December when he challenged Steve Harvey. Anyway, have a laugh on me, and go out and get twisted tonight, cuz I damn sure am! Later, heffas!<br /><br /><a href="http://smartenupnas.com/2008/12/20/new-episode-of-jamie-foxx-foxxhole-radio-steve-harvey-calls-in-speaks-on-his-beef-with-katt-williams/">Foxxhole</a></div>Miss Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701329687242035333noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275341502108704955.post-15561876833851424772009-03-17T07:14:00.002-04:002009-03-17T07:18:29.115-04:00Happy St. Patrick's Day!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY2hpyMoVr0LsZsafYiu0C3j7rFmw6PhCh9yPICvu8U7S90tmC8Zq-6B2Ed4xGK_lUzOkqK6kpXiM96EH4hlFr9A_8jJf-mFfB6tBWpdv79lDqLSekkmc7Cokg1EqkceyvM86QdcpysFI/s1600-h/st_patricks_day_clipart_2.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314114384151023874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY2hpyMoVr0LsZsafYiu0C3j7rFmw6PhCh9yPICvu8U7S90tmC8Zq-6B2Ed4xGK_lUzOkqK6kpXiM96EH4hlFr9A_8jJf-mFfB6tBWpdv79lDqLSekkmc7Cokg1EqkceyvM86QdcpysFI/s400/st_patricks_day_clipart_2.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>In honor of St Patrick's day, I've decided to do some trivia. Answer correctly and you get a prize! Not really, but seriously, see if you can answer these questions correctly and I'll update it before the end of the day with the answers.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>- What nationality was St. Patrick?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>- Why do we wear green on St. Patrick's Day?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>- What North American river is dyed green every year in honor of St. Patrick's day?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Think you can answer them? Good luck, heffas!</div>Miss Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701329687242035333noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275341502108704955.post-69542317934102851572009-03-09T09:23:00.006-04:002009-03-09T14:01:28.338-04:00Get The Hell Outta Here!I'm not sure how many of ya'll out there have heard about the hickness that is Southern Maryland. Let's just say this place is hick country.<br /><br />Anyway, look at this bullshit :<br /><br /><blockquote><p>At approximately 1:30 a.m. on Sunday, March 8, units from Bay District Fire Department and Lexington Park Rescue Squad responded to a call for a woman bleeding in Lexington Park.<br /><br />A man told authorities that he had placed a sex toy on a saber saw blade and that the blade had sawed through the plastic and severely wounded the woman. Trooper 7 transported the woman to PG Hospital. The case remains under investigation at this time. No word on the condition of the woman at this time.<br /></p><p><a href="http://thebaynet.com/news/index.cfm/fa/viewstory/story_ID/12368">source</a></p></blockquote><br /><br /><br /><br />Get the fuck outta here! What the hell was going through her mind?! There is no way in HELL I would have allowed that shyt! They do make toys you can plug in the wall that WON'T CUT YOU, YOU STUPID BITCH! I swear, sometimes people deserve the shyt that happens to them. Just in case ya'll aren't tool savvy (I damn sure am not), I googled the saw and found this picture:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311181314530423810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKI7uR8cudnYkAAsKPoAFRN8skeiZk34n0GgVZWzKuyEwwhOVhToURN9zwrtydA6SsmWFtLyam91mWXs7_iJN4uAatEUhRBXNt2ziCnyTDQS6a_Hh7gRdgWHf00bdzmoem4VpP5DArm7w/s400/saw.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p></p><br /><p>Now that I think about it, I hope they charge his dumb ass. Her, too. I am too through with this damn city. I'm moving back home damnit! Fucking retards.</p><p>One of my favorite comedians, Bill Engvall has a bit where he talks about stupid people and one where he talks about warning labels on products. I'm pretty sure the makers of power saws never thought they would see the day where they would have to add: WARNING. DO NOT USE ON/IN GENITALS to their damn product!<br /></p><p>Bill also says stupid people should wear a sign that says I'm Stupid so the rest of the world knows they're stupid and therefore avoid stupid shyt like this!</p><p></p><br /><p>Here's your sign, dumbass</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311184546970817586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkOp8Sp76qVngZY5rhJdnb3ni9EZND23h6jBWk34j02hvP684xCStbDlGO7T-0s9O7t81DDKUmlOTZB6oWiUy97xqckazmMM3ssyaMYcPKCyZed7wjUGw4qInjTo7_SILdhemlTE8KJl0/s400/red_dumbass.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p></p>Miss Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701329687242035333noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275341502108704955.post-14027012170772154842009-02-26T07:17:00.005-05:002009-02-26T11:32:42.892-05:00So PreciousIn all the fuckery that is everyday life, it's nice to be able to post something precious.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx4RRAK4PTFGOJnU13OzIuKTKi3wPa3cRzBDsvghvFv3-4AV4FWcYd4RoQ6C4-rmZB91O2rvjatCIXWP-TRwA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><p></p><br /><p>I'm just happy it's not some 2 year old talkin bout 'If you like it then you shoulda put a ring on it.'</p><br /><p>Keep on singin, lil baby. Keep on singing.</p>Miss Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701329687242035333noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275341502108704955.post-32997837234898699902009-02-20T13:21:00.002-05:002009-02-20T13:32:48.142-05:00There's Hope For Us YetI am thoroughly convinced the world is going to hell in a handbasket. But every so often, something happens that gives me a little hope and makes my heart smile.<br /><br />The story is too long to post, so I'll do a recap. The captain of a high school basketball team lost his mother hours before he was supposed to play a team from out of state. He shows up later at the game and wants to play, resulting in a technical foul and 2 free throws for the away team. Instead of taking the points, the coach and captain of the opposing team decide to miss the free throws on purpose to show support for the grieving boy.<br /><br />The <a href="http://highschool.rivals.com/content.asp?CID=914609">story</a> goes on some more, but that was just really touching for me. It just proves not everyone is so totally consumed with themselves. Some people still know how to show compassion for others.<br /><br />I've decided today I am going to go out of my way to make at least one person smile. I don't have much to give, but I figure if I can share the gift of happiness, it's a start.Miss Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701329687242035333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275341502108704955.post-46384420678216125952009-02-13T12:37:00.002-05:002009-02-13T12:42:51.252-05:00Friday the 13th<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiaCpVg7tm7jJwZtXhh3XJE8PwmI_AUkJLaPqfRIcdcLVgP7jcodr_-J60y-o0VGsvVNp0QMroCKKci7wRkEgwvjSbL58gnsqD3Nlr9J6GJt9AHWgHVBUXYFz2nY4opWhxwXsXehgWQTM/s1600-h/friday-the-13th.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302338658986155218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiaCpVg7tm7jJwZtXhh3XJE8PwmI_AUkJLaPqfRIcdcLVgP7jcodr_-J60y-o0VGsvVNp0QMroCKKci7wRkEgwvjSbL58gnsqD3Nlr9J6GJt9AHWgHVBUXYFz2nY4opWhxwXsXehgWQTM/s400/friday-the-13th.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>13 is my favorite number, and since it is the first Friday the 13th out of 3 this year (one in March and another in November), I decided to share this info I saw on <a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/livescience/20090213/sc_livescience/13factsaboutfridaythe13th">Yahoo!</a> about this unlucky day. Enjoy, heffas. And yes, I am going to see the movie tonight!<br /><br />1. The British Navy built a ship named Friday the 13th. On its maiden voyage, the vessel left dock on a Friday the 13th, and was never heard from again.<br /></div><br /><div>2. The <a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/dailynews/livescience/sc_livescience/storytext/13factsaboutfridaythe13th/30945347/SIG=11s2qjmj2/*http://www.space.com/news/080918-nasa50-mostmemorable.html">ill-fated Apollo 13</a> launched at 13:13 CST on Apr. 11, 1970. The sum of the date's digits (4-11-70) is 13 (as in 4+1+1+7+0 = 13). And the explosion that crippled the spacecraft occurred on April 13 (not a Friday). The crew did make it back to Earth safely, however.<br /></div><br /><div>3. Many hospitals have no room 13, while some tall buildings skip the 13th floor.<br /></div><br /><div>4. Fear of Friday the 13th - one of the <a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/dailynews/livescience/sc_livescience/storytext/13factsaboutfridaythe13th/30945347/SIG=11fthei3d/*http://www.livescience.com/bestimg/?cat=myths">most popular myths in science</a> - is called paraskavedekatriaphobia as well as friggatriskaidekaphobia. Triskaidekaphobia is fear of the number 13.<br /></div><br /><div>5. Quarterback Dan Marino wore No. 13 throughout his career with the Miami Dolphins. Despite being a superb quarterback (some call him one of the best ever), he got to the Super Bowl just once, in 1985, and was trounced 38-16 by the San Francisco 49ers and Joe Montana (who wore No. 16 and won all four Super Bowls he played in).<br /></div><br /><div>6. Butch Cassidy, notorious American train and bank robber, was born on Friday, April 13, 1866.<br /></div><br /><div>7. Fidel Castro was born on Friday, Aug. 13, 1926.<br /></div><br /><div>8. President <a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/dailynews/livescience/sc_livescience/storytext/13factsaboutfridaythe13th/30945347/SIG=120rrte00/*http://www.livescience.com/history/090115-best-inaugurals.html">Franklin D. Roosevelt</a> would not travel on the 13th day of any month and would never host 13 guests at a meal. Napoleon and Herbert Hoover were also triskaidekaphobic, with an abnormal fear of the number 13.<br /></div><br /><div>9. Superstitious diners in Paris can hire a quatorzieme, or professional 14th guest.<br /></div><br /><div>10. Mark Twain once was the 13th guest at a dinner party. A friend warned him not to go. "It was bad luck," Twain later told the friend. "They only had food for 12."<br /></div><br /><div>11. Woodrow Wilson considered 13 his lucky number, though his experience didn't support such faith. He arrived in Normandy, France on Friday, Dec. 13, 1918, for peace talks, only to return with a treaty he couldn't get Congress to sign. (The ship's crew wanted to dock the next day due to superstitions, Fernsler said.) He toured the United States to rally support for the treaty, and while traveling, suffered a near-fatal stroke.<br /></div><br /><div>12. The number 13 suffers from its position after 12, according to <a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/dailynews/livescience/sc_livescience/storytext/13factsaboutfridaythe13th/30945347/SIG=126rf4pub/*http://www.livescience.com/culture/080808-badsci-888-numerology.html">numerologists</a> who consider the latter to be a complete number - 12 months in a year, 12 signs of the zodiac, 12 gods of Olympus, 12 labors of Hercules, 12 tribes of Israel, 12 apostles of Jesus, 12 days of Christmas and 12 eggs in a dozen.<br /></div><br /><div>13. The seals on the back of a dollar bill include 13 steps on the pyramid, 13 stars above the eagle's head, 13 war arrows in the eagle's claw and 13 leaves on the olive branch. So far there's been no evidence tying these long-ago design decisions to the present economic situation .</div>Miss Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701329687242035333noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275341502108704955.post-33548731700991306012009-01-28T07:52:00.004-05:002009-01-28T08:25:08.038-05:00Tyler Perry ThrowbacksThe hubby hasn't quite agreed to take me to see Madea Goes To Jail, but I can sense it's coming. hahaha Anyway, I'm all fired up and rets to go, but I still have weeks to wait. Damn. Instead, here's a little Tyler Perry throwback for you today. How many of the 2 readers I still have left (haha, I crack myself up) can recognize which play this is?<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxHST7Nl9BJTpXXZoHPs43OnsqzMxHcG5ffAeZK-ZhYBfWVZcWEybvKMxdqAvD03yycNuCtawNgi3AR4FyvGQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Miss Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701329687242035333noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275341502108704955.post-1172342071373443792009-01-22T11:38:00.003-05:002009-01-23T12:50:03.546-05:00Blog For ChoiceToday is the 36th anniversary of <em>Roe v. Wade</em>, and as such, it is <a href="http://www.prochoiceamerica.org/choice-action-center/bfc09-main.html">Blog for Choice Day</a>. Now, I would have never known this if i wasn't over at <a href="http://glennishamorgan.worpress.com/">Glennisha Morgan's blog</a>, but since I found it, I have decided to contribute.<br /><br />The topic for this year is: What is your top pro-choice hope for President Obama and/or the new Congress?<br /><br />First, let me state my stance. Obviously I am pro-choice since I am participating today. But, I do not believe in abortion as an option for myself. Me and my new hubby recently got into a heated debate over this topic. He wanted me to reassure him if I was ever rapped or cheated and became pregnant, I would not keep the baby because it would be too much for him to look at that child everyday and remember either what I did or what happened to me. At first, I was strongly opposed because I feel a baby is a blessing either way. After a little while, I had to admit I saw his point, and amended. The point is, though, it's still <em>my choice</em> because it's my body, and it should always be that way. Every woman has the right to decide what to do with her body. Every couple should have that choice, just like me and my husband. That choice should<em> never</em> be taken away.<br /><br />My top pro-choice hope is to do away with any anti-abortion legislation. In every state and every city across our nation, women should have the option to have safe, legal abortions if they so chose. In any case (abortion, adoption, or keeping the baby), it is my hope resources become more readily available. When I say resources, I mean agencies that will aid in the process as well as counseling. No woman should feel cornered, pressured or hopeless. And she should always feel it is her choice.Miss Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701329687242035333noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275341502108704955.post-60455439429594381752009-01-16T12:13:00.006-05:002009-01-16T12:24:42.966-05:00Madea Goes To Jail<div><div><div>I know I said I wanted to write about things with substance, but by now I'm pretty sure ya'll know how much I love Tyler Perry. So I had to post these promo pics from his upcoming film, Madea Goes To Jail. I can not wait to go and see this!</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291943501588029058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuagUozw-dqrAVsqWa4hjBag5U9V-FroUyj5Ktsr3BvhpRYiawJOFd2X7o2UvVZfkN8_twP7nku3YqcXpWjXuPtjZgVSWsCPllM1GIJgi9QI1kFULl8_InykE2qzDtfcKWHULKo4S1iGc/s400/jail.bmp" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291943040976040690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6V2iuR6kWEPiPl7nHwHsmZUNbKQGHvEePDmI3FDPjiamgaoZjGdadNVSal8kEleC5CcO_Q64nSz1nkQDUvYrGRV-eSmn_FtP6Of4I5Zu8OBEJWqc1Fz3lsrMiHVf2x-J8JQh3c10A0RE/s400/perry.bmp" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291943248695505506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiePRKuKeZpJCt19dcHBkeluFfzgSO7Kfyq4kgUbCWSuiccLNm37zSCcm2iAz18BXGA9a_nYI0qpDrxQRHQcMQPzaiIwQ8Pb5jl6tHppLwUB7xPDB3kQKzqUMchqggdcQz-OWrhmsVZtpY/s400/madea.bmp" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>On another note, I have been giving some thought to what Mr. D says about Tyler Perry films. Do you think he's making money off of keeping women down and depressed? Even I have to agree with him when he says most of his plots involve a woman being done wrong by a man, and coming up roses in the end. Of course, I see absolutely nothing wrong with movies that show women in bad situations who by the end learn how to change them. I mean, that type of thing comes on Lifetime everyday, right? So what's the big deal if a former homeless man found something he's good at and turned it into a multi million dollar business venture? Hell, I'd do the same thing in a heartbeat! And yes, his movies tend to recycle the same storyline, but no one forces you to watch if you don't' want, right? Even I have learned to stop trying to get Mr. D to watch with me. If he does, fabulous. If not, whatever, I can watch alone.</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>Seriously, though, what do you out there in the blogosphere think?</div></div></div>Miss Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701329687242035333noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275341502108704955.post-16135425748903121372009-01-12T12:35:00.008-05:002009-01-21T07:48:42.053-05:00Please Excuse My AbsenceIt seems like forever since the last time I blogged. So much has happened since then and now. So, let me explain.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I was taking a break from blogging. Reason being is I looked over everything I wrote in the past and decided it was time for a change. When I was a little girl, I desperately wanted to be a writer. And even though I know my blog doesn't reach very many people, I decided to give it an overhaul and turn it into a substantial read, not just a random commentary.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />However, December 23, tragedy once again struck my family. This time, it was senseless and completely unexpected. Little Miss P, my niece Promiss, who looked exactly like me when I was a baby, died. She would have been 2 January 1. My sister called me at work from Chicago. At first, she was crying hysterically and I had no idea what was going on. Needless to say, when she finally collected herself, the words she said will haunt me forever. I broke down so bad, I had to be taken home and sedated.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290476062497210690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimgGL2bDe2tCSpgS5HkxQfdoWyGgmO-kKQ-m4s3T0qIZ4NG0tlPzsc34peunru0ybquW9Y2tC9hhX0MA8n25kW61D-6fHWldj9yYEDgZ4vqGn5_VlxngboBkux2wJc-wvkpqGxObYrxks/s400/big+eyes.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290481809874507954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe0KDTpx6djw_6bx3jxv7t_gVQnqU5Lha1WHr5C-OfD3hWHp2plkW4BGoAPoDvHcH_eFwXHTMWiiOc5wvWeiNfZ3afP1vDO19-KZeP_uJdBJ-vMQ6Rcn6OaMhDpYDKgYJYYFDyNnpRI-k/s400/apple.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />How does a happy, healthy, almost 2-year-old just up and die? She didn't. I'll spare you the details (you can google it if you want), but she was molested and died from blunt force trauma. And the guy who did it originally tried to say she died from choking on Cheetos. <strong>AND</strong> this 27-year-old sorry excuse for a man was on probation after serving time due to biting and punching a 3-year-old boy 5 years prior. How did my beloved niece end up in the presence of such a monster? He was at his cousin's house, who was babysitting my niece, and she had no knowledge of his priors.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My beautiful baby niece, who was the light of my family, was buried December 30, 2 days before her birthday, because my sister couldn't bear to bury her baby the day before her birthday. I had been crocheting her a blanket for her birthday. I was going to finish it so she could be buried with it, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Sometime soon, I hope I can finish it and make a shadow box for her.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />In the midst of all this heart crushing tragedy, Mr. D and I got married at the courthouse New Year's Eve. We had already decided to do it earlier that month, and after all the tragedy we experienced in 2008, we decided we could not wait any longer to officially be married, and therefore family. He has been my rock, and I love him to death, and I am now Mrs. D! But, for now, I'm still Miss P. :-)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Unfortunately, we didn't get a real honeymoon. January 5, I had to have ovarian surgery to remove a cyst from my right ovary. When my doctor got in there, my right ovary had swollen to twice the normal size because of the cyst! I also had a small cyst on my left ovary, which my doctor also removed.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I spent the last week at home being spoiled senseless by my new husband. I didn't have to lift a finger if I didn't want to, and was rarely allowed to lift them when I did want to. We had a little scare Wednesday, though. I had 2 bumps under the tape on one of my sutures, and they looked kind of puss filled to me. Fearing an infection, we went to the doctor. Turned out they were just blisters from the tape. Solution: place a heating pad on them until they pop. They swole up so big, eww. And now I have two black scabs on my tummy. :'(<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I have been through so much mental, emotional, and physical trauma in under the span of one month. Oh, I almost forgot to mention. Sometime in the next couple of months, I have to go see a specialist to see if I'm developing glaucoma. Ain't life grand?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Anyway, that's the reason I took a break. I am back at work, a little refreshed, but determined to go on. And you can best believe I have more to disclose in the days to come. So stay with me, people! Ya'll are family now. :-)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Love ya lots,<br /><br /><br />Miss P<br /><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/6089229603" width="320" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed> <span style="font-size:85%;">Excuse the mess. We had just moved and were still unpacking.</span>Miss Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701329687242035333noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275341502108704955.post-27133317274802959442008-12-02T11:39:00.003-05:002008-12-02T12:00:39.372-05:00The First Couple Does Essence<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimCFxbe4_JZ3-BvCk_8SF4KANdCuw2disskWNuJE4RFfhAP3ytkwPv9-mFVOlEzZnLzViDwzuzNtwMK5D1CXnURk_SZrQXxgzqWbWWmnJ2J4ScsHVGMLOHp3KsJt4bZewNiNZHkW1B6jY/s1600-h/Obama+Essence+Double+Cover.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275236437610230482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimCFxbe4_JZ3-BvCk_8SF4KANdCuw2disskWNuJE4RFfhAP3ytkwPv9-mFVOlEzZnLzViDwzuzNtwMK5D1CXnURk_SZrQXxgzqWbWWmnJ2J4ScsHVGMLOHp3KsJt4bZewNiNZHkW1B6jY/s400/Obama+Essence+Double+Cover.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />I know this double cover is going to plastered over <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">everyone's</span> blog today, but the First Couple looks so fab I could not resist. Michelle is especially killing it on her cover! Michelle is doing so much for the image of black women everywhere, and I love being able to say she is from Chicago! I love the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Obamas </span>to death!!!Miss Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701329687242035333noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275341502108704955.post-78474841090136736382008-12-01T14:05:00.002-05:002008-12-01T14:12:02.540-05:00Happy Holidays<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz0xGvkGlm6t5Igb-Wwe83en2KHE2JPL2wuwjoo8_Yxotonz5t4qwjWy2aVZ645fW_EMmDcXYICwJJ_rPEtuMj1h2X7oOw9BjJWtCLkpIHKOeIgUx416R7UN_Q5qkX68BZmmqN1A8mOYU/s1600-h/garfield"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274900483276790754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz0xGvkGlm6t5Igb-Wwe83en2KHE2JPL2wuwjoo8_Yxotonz5t4qwjWy2aVZ645fW_EMmDcXYICwJJ_rPEtuMj1h2X7oOw9BjJWtCLkpIHKOeIgUx416R7UN_Q5qkX68BZmmqN1A8mOYU/s400/garfield" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The holidays are here, but people, please don't over stress yourselves. Remember to chill out, sip a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">lil</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">drinky</span> drink if you like (me likes ;-) ), and enjoy yourself. This has been a public service <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">announcement</span> by Miss P.</div>Miss Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701329687242035333noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275341502108704955.post-213426656168036152008-12-01T13:31:00.003-05:002008-12-01T14:04:59.680-05:00Evil Eye<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyJAarRXGW5RsRTODJP5D2esiDgu8P2TQbM_vhsBJqHE11u157mPaLBbbkY16oj42FFzqrwy0bunTsjyEORLw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p></p><p></p><p>This baby is too freaking adorable! Cured my Monday morning blues!</p>Miss Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701329687242035333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275341502108704955.post-10219982421737325502008-11-21T13:18:00.003-05:002008-11-21T13:34:11.566-05:00Oldie But Goodie<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxhqQ42LfTYtajY0fJ1aUVSB0X6pAY962DlafP9OwGFieFNPTkVuAkziLL4qlA3HkSSPBr8UEdluffl6A4r6A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p></p><p>This still cracks me up!</p>Miss Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701329687242035333noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275341502108704955.post-27876086189972911332008-11-20T09:22:00.003-05:002008-11-20T09:49:55.689-05:00Hell<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4pEHOgNI18-onpYYZ7YisJhvcjfV-IXbKMwUXYTfDjQJ7lLnDglNUOguf6_mxYhRLOFzCLbgaJrpvixpZ_KveuNjGw6Or9saRkijy5IXzbVVlX6-Nz-Xhe4t91KsC1me3-VOQGUcJB_U/s1600-h/hell-by-jack-chick.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270746618617724930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4pEHOgNI18-onpYYZ7YisJhvcjfV-IXbKMwUXYTfDjQJ7lLnDglNUOguf6_mxYhRLOFzCLbgaJrpvixpZ_KveuNjGw6Or9saRkijy5IXzbVVlX6-Nz-Xhe4t91KsC1me3-VOQGUcJB_U/s400/hell-by-jack-chick.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br />The following is supposedly an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid-term. The answer by one student was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well.<br /></div><br /><div>BONUS QUESTION: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)? Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed or some variant.<br /></div><br /><div>One student wrote the following:<br />First we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once the soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, lets look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume in Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added. This gives two possibilities:<br /></div><br /><div>1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.<br /></div><br /><div>2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.<br /></div><br /><div>So which is it? If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my freshman year that, "it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you", and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then the number two must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over. The corollary of the theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct... leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting "Oh my God".THIS STUDENT RECEIVED THE ONLY "A" </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>*snatched from Baller Alert*</div>Miss Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701329687242035333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4275341502108704955.post-79104519067690381182008-11-19T09:04:00.003-05:002008-11-19T09:34:44.258-05:00What Love Means To A 4-8 year old<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ZjMMx-kUXAe1TOtJFxYYQlqgenVfN2rD7PlrDfdrqaq8ZKNZJ4ITNbexVl_sLDTMT4jxqb1Fe5HLay6EhBa4exVfCtKGy_HF1Q_z7ZT25ltPbNiHsBKniESGP6jR7-5purGBpnRwl64/s1600-h/Kissing%20Angels%201.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270376902394473298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ZjMMx-kUXAe1TOtJFxYYQlqgenVfN2rD7PlrDfdrqaq8ZKNZJ4ITNbexVl_sLDTMT4jxqb1Fe5HLay6EhBa4exVfCtKGy_HF1Q_z7ZT25ltPbNiHsBKniESGP6jR7-5purGBpnRwl64/s400/Kissing%2520Angels%25201.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Slow down for three minutes to read this. It is so worth it. Touching words from the mouth of babes.<br /><br />A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, 'What does love mean?'<br /><br />The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined.. See what you think.<br /><br /><br /><em>'When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore.<br />So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.'<br /></em><br />Rebecca- age 8<br /><br /><em>'When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.<br />You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.'<br /></em><br />Billy - age 4<br /><br /><br /><em>'Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.'</em><br /><br />Karl - age 5<br /><br /><br /><em>'Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.'<br /></em><br />Chrissy - age 6<br /><br /><em>'Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.'</em><br /><br />Terri - age 4<br /><br /><em>'Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.' </em><br /><br />Danny - age 7<br /><br /><br /><em>'Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.<br />My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss'<br /></em><br />Emily - age 8<br /><br /><em>'Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.'<br /></em><br />Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)<br /><br /><br /><em>'If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,'<br /></em><br />Nikka - age 6<br />(we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)<br /><br /><em>'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.'<br /></em><br />Noelle - age 7<br /><br /><br /><em>'Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.' </em><br /><br />Tommy - age 6<br /><br /><em>'During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.'<br /></em><br />Cindy - age 8<br /><br /><em>'My mommy loves me more than anybody<br />You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.'</em><br /><br />Clare - age 6<br /><br /><br /><em>'Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.</em>'<br /><br />Elaine-age 5<br /><br /><br /><em>'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.'</em><br /><br />Chris - age 7<br /><br /><em>'Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.'<br /></em><br />Mary Ann - age 4<br /><br /><br /><em>'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.'<br /></em><br />Lauren - age 4<br /><br /><em>'When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.'</em> (what an image)<br /><br />Karen - age 7<br /><br /><em>'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross.'<br /></em><br />Mark - age 6<br /><br /><em>'You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.'</em><br /><br />Jessica - age 8<br /><br /><br />And the final one<br /><br /><em>The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.<br /><br />Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.<br /><br />When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,<br /><br />'Nothing, ! I just helped him cry'</em><br /><br /><br />*Cindy, Clare, and the winner had me tearing up. Which one is your favorite?*<br /><br /><br />Snatched from <a href="http://www.balleralert.com/profiles/blogs/loveout-of-the-mouth-of-babes">Baller Alert</a></div>Miss Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03701329687242035333noreply@blogger.com0