<?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-6642168817353512564</id><updated>2012-02-10T15:06:37.115-08:00</updated><category term='encouragement is the new trend make sure your instyle'/><title type='text'>HoTT BuTTeRed BeAnS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-5519845632531879680</id><published>2009-11-28T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:57:15.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why ?</title><content type='html'>Why am I so scared to let go.....&lt;br /&gt;Why am I afraid to give my heart away...sometimes you have to give up something to get something........ but&lt;br /&gt;Why am I scared to give it away...&lt;br /&gt;Why am I afraid to give it away.....&lt;br /&gt;I continue to hold on to it as if I get a prizes for keeping it!&lt;br /&gt;The best thing in this World is Love and sometimes, just sometimes you have to Give to Get.&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping him so I'm giving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-5519845632531879680?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5519845632531879680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=5519845632531879680' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/5519845632531879680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/5519845632531879680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/11/why.html' title='Why ?'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-6080304895810777542</id><published>2009-11-21T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T11:26:10.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it You?</title><content type='html'>Is it you....starting this fight, procrastinating, complaining or just messing things up? We have to consider the role we play in things, we are always ready to point the finger without looking within first. I like selfish people because they are fully aware of themselves knowing how "they" can be. They are less likely to point the finger because they know their own flaws, since they spend so much time knowing their own actions.   Be selfish! Learn who you are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-6080304895810777542?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6080304895810777542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=6080304895810777542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/6080304895810777542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/6080304895810777542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-it-you.html' title='Is it You?'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-2557688590938548075</id><published>2009-11-11T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:29:30.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherish the moments we have</title><content type='html'>We always hear life is short.... we only have a short time here on earth but I guess we never truly realize it until it hits close to home. My niece Uncle was murdered on Sat. Nov. 7, 2009, I remember when I first met him, we argued about who was older and I was, just by 1 month and 2.5 weeks not much but hey I was older. I never realized how soon I could lose someone so close to my family he was like my brother! God doesn't make mistakes he has been gearing up and getting ready so he needs as many soldiers as possible and JR. is a great fighter!  God I pray that you help us to cherish the moments we have! If your thinking about them call, If u miss them say Moments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-2557688590938548075?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2557688590938548075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=2557688590938548075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/2557688590938548075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/2557688590938548075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/11/cherish-moments-we-have.html' title='Cherish the moments we have'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-7945029186298247197</id><published>2009-08-24T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:55:00.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring, Ring...Hello</title><content type='html'>People are like cell phones we are provided with one battery- A heart, now our battery can be replaced, but it just may not work the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every two years we always want an Upgrade- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wheter&lt;/span&gt; its getting in shape or plastic surgery we want the latest and greatest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have Contacts and a phone book that is forever changing, we meet new contacts/friends and delete the old ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Can even be touch phones... touchy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;feely&lt;/span&gt; we wanna hug everyone and reach out and touch them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While others are flip phones they seem dull on the outside but when you flip them open you never know just what to expect........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have a menu button, our mind its filled with different applications things we keep close to use but its up to your cell phone users to find and utilize your full potential!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you push my buttons, in the right order to unlock my soul?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-7945029186298247197?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/7945029186298247197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=7945029186298247197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/7945029186298247197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/7945029186298247197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/08/ring-ringhello.html' title='Ring, Ring...Hello'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-1138461900579764496</id><published>2009-08-24T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:41:45.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDEFINED</title><content type='html'>Sometimes its good to not attach a definition, to live in the unknown. Not rushing it and enjoying the roller coaster is all part of the RIDE. Life is what you make it literally. This is the one thing that we only get one chance at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone isn't promised to live to 10 or even 80, Gods only promise to us IS LIFE! Thanking GOD every day that he has put me on earth! Thank you for not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;defining&lt;/span&gt; my life, and allowing me to fill in the blank!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE JUST GUIDE ME THROUGH THIS TEST SO THAT I DON'T FAIL.STUDYING MY BIBLE-BASIC.INSTRUCTIONS.BEFORE.LEAVING EARTH!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-1138461900579764496?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/1138461900579764496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=1138461900579764496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/1138461900579764496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/1138461900579764496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/08/undefined.html' title='UNDEFINED'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-2967961259388348648</id><published>2009-08-06T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:14:49.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breath</title><content type='html'>When life gets tough don't forget to.....take a breath..&lt;br /&gt;When you scared, lonely and lost don't forget to ........take a breath&lt;br /&gt;When your having the best day of your life don't forget to.....take a breath&lt;br /&gt;The hardest day at work ......Take a breath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Go and Let God Take a breath in the mean time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-2967961259388348648?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2967961259388348648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=2967961259388348648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/2967961259388348648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/2967961259388348648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/08/breath.html' title='Breath'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-1646350169383160657</id><published>2009-08-06T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:10:57.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When its all said and Done.......</title><content type='html'>When the smoke has cleared the damage will be revealed.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to let things play out in order to understand  what happened. letting it all settle before I jump to conclusions, is possibly the hardest thing I ever done. I'm super impatient i wanna know everything before it happens. I have no idea why? it won't change my actions I just like to know... I don't like bad surprises so maybe that's why I'm so nosey...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-1646350169383160657?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/1646350169383160657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=1646350169383160657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/1646350169383160657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/1646350169383160657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-its-all-said-in-done.html' title='When its all said and Done.......'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-6031695686375300418</id><published>2009-07-01T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:09:15.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been a while....</title><content type='html'>Since twitter I haven't been blogging sorry but twitter is easy and you get Direct feedback it doesn't get any better than that. trying to find a happy medium between working hard and socializing hard.... trying to find the place right between working for a greater purpose and working for a bigger pay check too very different things but very important when it comes to Working. if you know of that place shoot me an email i'm listening :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-6031695686375300418?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6031695686375300418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=6031695686375300418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/6031695686375300418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/6031695686375300418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-has-been-while.html' title='It has been a while....'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-8201218157030260383</id><published>2009-05-19T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:39:57.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cover a movie ......</title><content type='html'>If you haven't seen this movie u really need to see it...I mean we all hear about dudes being on the down low but to watch another couples life on the down low is freaking nuts. A man is married with one child he goes to work everyday he takes care of his family but he meets gay and straight men and have sex with them sometimes using protection and other times not!!! crazzzy right I mean dudes if you are gay be gay its fine its perfectly ok but if your straight be straight don't go both ways and try your hardest to not be confused u either like one or u like the other and if you just so happen to be bi... Then tell someone ...telll us from jump !!!!! The cover is real ugggh and it sucks makes it that much harder to find a straight man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-8201218157030260383?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8201218157030260383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=8201218157030260383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/8201218157030260383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/8201218157030260383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/05/cover-movie.html' title='Cover a movie ......'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-857346274136052850</id><published>2009-05-19T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:22:37.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You never know</title><content type='html'>You never know how someone feels about you until you ask them we can only assume what they are thinking and we all know what happens when you assume u make an ASS of of U and ME..be careful what u assume&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-857346274136052850?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/857346274136052850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=857346274136052850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/857346274136052850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/857346274136052850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-never-know.html' title='You never know'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-5371538884561353727</id><published>2009-05-13T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:38:59.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expecting</title><content type='html'>We can't expect things to change if we haven't put anywork in to make things change. I don't want the story of my life to be work so I am officially changing my work schedule don't get me wrong I will still have long days I will just be a little more strategic about it I want that old thing back..my friends and innocent fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-5371538884561353727?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5371538884561353727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=5371538884561353727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/5371538884561353727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/5371538884561353727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/05/expecting.html' title='Expecting'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-7936138171171006457</id><published>2009-05-05T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:39:59.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>When I feel like being in Love I seemly say I LOVE You to the person I will meet in my future..to the man that I will one day love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm mad I scream at the top of my lungs just to get it off my chest. Sometimes you just have to say what u want when you want even if its no one there to listen to it...This Is for HIM I LOVE you baby... Can't Wait to meet you and cook you breakfast in the Morning..Because baby you are the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-7936138171171006457?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/7936138171171006457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=7936138171171006457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/7936138171171006457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/7936138171171006457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/05/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-4305113949238311562</id><published>2009-05-05T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:34:26.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Point....</title><content type='html'>I have reached that point where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure what I want. I don't remember what makes me Happy I have become "That person" and I have no idea how I got here...you know that person the one you talk about he- she had so much potential.. you should be this man why aren't you that...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; reaching a point in my life where nothing seems to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; .... Asking myself what do I want..What makes me HAPPY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-4305113949238311562?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4305113949238311562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=4305113949238311562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/4305113949238311562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/4305113949238311562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/05/that-point.html' title='That Point....'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-2253369018355933273</id><published>2009-05-05T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:29:47.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you really Want it?</title><content type='html'>Do you Really want that made for TV. type of Love..I can't stop thinking about you Love..the more I look at you the more I fall for you type of Love....Do you REALLY WANT IT... you must first understand what it means to let you self go..to give another person control over your relationship happiness..you have to give alot of yourself in order to get and understand someone else self. To Much is given much is required ..in order to get LOve you must first Learn how to give it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-2253369018355933273?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2253369018355933273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=2253369018355933273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/2253369018355933273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/2253369018355933273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-you-really-want-it.html' title='Do you really Want it?'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-9013626952854055929</id><published>2009-05-02T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:00:12.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still in School</title><content type='html'>Well not really taking classes but i am still learning lessons about life. You wait your whole life to feel for someone what you never felt before only to give it up because u didn't understand what you were feeling. oh well I guess... they say if you love something to let it go..if it comes back then its yours forever....we shall see..absence makes the heart grow fonder..so take your time love see ya when u get here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-9013626952854055929?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/9013626952854055929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=9013626952854055929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Swine flu we have learned to wash our hands more..sing happy birthday daily as you scrub with good ole fashion soap and water..the best thing to do is simply lather up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-4228846237617541425?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4228846237617541425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=4228846237617541425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/4228846237617541425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/4228846237617541425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/05/piggy-flu.html' title='Piggy Flu....'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-23803472249949380</id><published>2009-04-13T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:22:47.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im in the MOOD</title><content type='html'>I'm in the mood...to sleep in!&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the mood.... for funny fun!&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the mood... to kiss, to laugh and hug like my life depends on it... to lay in your arms at night only to wake up next to you in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the mood...to enjoy the life God has given me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-23803472249949380?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/23803472249949380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=23803472249949380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/23803472249949380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/23803472249949380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-in-mood.html' title='Im in the MOOD'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-3191008977791556976</id><published>2009-04-13T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:19:48.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feet...... movin fast on the Ground</title><content type='html'>Do you ever get the feeling your running, from who you are suppose to be...let me explain..I talk alot, matter of fact sometimes if you listen closely you might hear me ask myself a question then answer out loud the funniest thing ever.... I know i'm suppose to be in communications, talking, presenting etc. but, I've been in the arena for years now... but I think i'm running in the wrong direction when its time to practice being in front of the camera... I always go the other way, I become too busy in another area of my life so that I won't have to practice and I think its because i'm scared of Rejection.... its ok to be rejected by a guy..you can't please them all, its ok to be rejected by a cute shirt you could just go buy another one but to be rejected from the only career that will make you happy is another thing...But I guess we all get rejected!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-3191008977791556976?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/3191008977791556976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=3191008977791556976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/3191008977791556976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/3191008977791556976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/04/feet-movin-fast-on-ground.html' title='Feet...... movin fast on the Ground'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-3657382791844567445</id><published>2009-03-31T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:26:48.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugging</title><content type='html'>This Steve Harvey Book has got me bugging... But I fully expected this before I decided to read the book I knew I would Focus on past relationships:what went wrong and what I could of done better. However, i'm Grateful that I know how I messed up and What I will do Next Go Around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See realizing your faults are always a good thing it prevents you from making the same mistakes.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-3657382791844567445?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/3657382791844567445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=3657382791844567445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/3657382791844567445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/3657382791844567445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/03/bugging.html' title='Bugging'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-8071687128377726822</id><published>2009-03-31T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:22:51.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C.H.A.N.G.E</title><content type='html'>They say the only thing that remains the same is change..and its just one of those things chaaaange..not a good thing but not a bad thing just something new ...&lt;br /&gt;C- Challenging&lt;br /&gt;H- Hard&lt;br /&gt;A-Acculmations&lt;br /&gt;N-Nicely&lt;br /&gt;G-Greatly&lt;br /&gt;E-Energetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to face each Challenge, ready to fight a Hard fight, Acculmating to nice and Great things with much needed Energy Don't let change get the best of you..instead stand up for a difference!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-8071687128377726822?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8071687128377726822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=8071687128377726822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/8071687128377726822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/8071687128377726822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/03/change.html' title='C.H.A.N.G.E'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-6902209019988702162</id><published>2009-03-31T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:17:56.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Followers</title><content type='html'>You never know who is watching you until you take the time to look around. pay attention to who is paying attention to you.... following you doesnt mean jocking your style it means admiring your swag .... remember the saying i wanan be like mike ..they want to be like you take it as a compliment to inspire someone eles to think outside the box!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-6902209019988702162?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6902209019988702162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=6902209019988702162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/6902209019988702162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/6902209019988702162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/03/followers.html' title='Followers'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-7627673543955615379</id><published>2009-03-02T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:27:11.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you want?</title><content type='html'>I hate to say this but you must learn what you don't want in order to know what you want!.... I know true definition of learning the hard way sucks. Getting what you want is like watching your 401k plan grow its a slow process..its like constantly putting something in  but never getting anything out of it......but in the end and over time you will have a big return!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-7627673543955615379?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/7627673543955615379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=7627673543955615379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/7627673543955615379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/7627673543955615379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-do-you-want.html' title='What do you want?'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-6480815307891299189</id><published>2009-02-23T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:42:30.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>closing my ears</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we must learn to walk away from the juicy gossip at the office... the current issue of who is doing who..is just not good for the soul. Sometimes we have to back away from the water cooler...next time try wearing head phones and listening to your favorite song instead of the juicy gossip coming from the next mans LIPS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to try this first as i always have my ears tuned to some good news...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-6480815307891299189?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6480815307891299189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=6480815307891299189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/6480815307891299189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/6480815307891299189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/02/closing-my-ears.html' title='closing my ears'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-6340040525453487848</id><published>2009-02-23T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:38:24.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crunch Time</title><content type='html'>The closer and closer I get to March 1st the more I want to spend...I know so bad...It's like i'm going out just to shop help I need divine intervention...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-6340040525453487848?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6340040525453487848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=6340040525453487848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/6340040525453487848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/6340040525453487848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/02/crunch-time.html' title='Crunch Time'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-5450904942939965437</id><published>2009-02-15T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:02:33.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no shopping..no spending</title><content type='html'>testing my limits....I will not purchase anything other than food and pay bills for the month of march..join me to hear of my blogging troubles of not spending...this is going to be hard...I'm the type of girl who goes shopping for after valentines day Candy...50% off ...I brought two boxes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-5450904942939965437?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5450904942939965437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=5450904942939965437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/5450904942939965437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/5450904942939965437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-shoppingno-spending.html' title='no shopping..no spending'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-6315954950990526006</id><published>2009-02-15T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:59:33.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving</title><content type='html'>Seems like for the past few weeks I can't get this word out of my head...I have been trying to think of past relationships to see if I ever knew the real definition of Love..If I was in LOVe and for some reason I don't know....if I was or wasn't...in the process of defining love not with someone I just want to be sure eventually I can LOVe someone with all my heart....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-6315954950990526006?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6315954950990526006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=6315954950990526006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/6315954950990526006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/6315954950990526006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/02/loving.html' title='Loving'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-6600640777771231444</id><published>2009-02-06T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:55:51.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Walking..</title><content type='html'>Can you see my foot prints.....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be known as the girl who always knew how to make a situation better....the one who didn't judge a book by its cover and the one who knew how to love unconditionally even when it hurts...the one who inspired you when you couldn't inspire yourself...the one who was great at finding the silver lining....The one who didn't let people bring her down....well I'm close to that girl I'm just working out a few kinks in my step lol....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-6600640777771231444?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6600640777771231444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=6600640777771231444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/6600640777771231444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/6600640777771231444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-walking.html' title='I&apos;m Walking..'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-5582262820370949757</id><published>2009-02-06T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:52:11.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Wrong....?</title><content type='html'>To love easily and still give people the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;benefit&lt;/span&gt; of the doubt...&lt;br /&gt;To wear your heart on your sleeve.....&lt;br /&gt;To be all about the MONey....making money that is...&lt;br /&gt;To Count Calories....&lt;br /&gt;To try and not Cuss....&lt;br /&gt;To only watch football because the boys are doing it.....&lt;br /&gt;To Sing in the shower...&lt;br /&gt;To Laugh out Loud when you think of something funny in your head...&lt;br /&gt;To really keep in contact with all your close friends from the pass few years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its Wrong then I don't wanna be right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-5582262820370949757?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5582262820370949757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=5582262820370949757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/5582262820370949757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/5582262820370949757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-it-wrong.html' title='Is It Wrong....?'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-2948906909154194973</id><published>2009-02-06T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:41:42.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time...sucks</title><content type='html'>well not really but when your waiting for something, counting the seconds time really sucks. To want to get over something but can't....it sucks to be hungry and waiting for water to boil time sucks it takes forever, The last hour at work when you have worked a 12 hour shift and your literally watching the clock you know everything you did every second of the last hour...now you know time sucks...even when your watching your favorite show and your watching the clock to see how many minutes you have left before it ends time sucks...so maybe time really does suck does it ever work in our favor...well maybe when your spending time with the one you love time seems to be on your side....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-2948906909154194973?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2948906909154194973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=2948906909154194973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/2948906909154194973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/2948906909154194973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/02/timesucks.html' title='Time...sucks'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-4171869926388900916</id><published>2009-01-28T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:57:01.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>laughing</title><content type='html'>What doesn't kill you makes you stronger ....i'm starting to believe this more and more...The other day my heat in my car stopped working, and the motor in my window stopped working and did i mention it was 23 degrees out side...needless to say I was freezing...I would drive with my hood on, my gloves and my scarf....I wasn't playing with that cold air........It was hard and it felt like some mornings I was going to die with no heat and a broken car window....but in the end it made me stronger to be grateful for a car with working heat...to be happy during a recession I can still afford to get my car fixed to not take small things for granted to be happy that when I turn the heating button on in my car it actually works...I'm laughing because last week I became a little bit stronger...What you know about that....? maybe I should join the ARMY.....hahahah NOT&gt;... no offense army people...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-4171869926388900916?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4171869926388900916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=4171869926388900916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/4171869926388900916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/4171869926388900916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/01/laughing.html' title='laughing'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-8554570591564832594</id><published>2009-01-28T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:51:29.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST GLAD to KNOW</title><content type='html'>Have you ever dated someone you didn't like but couldn't figure out why...? For instance, I dated this guy that I would always pick fights with..I would literally be mad at him for no reason. He would ask me what's wrong and I would say...I don't know but I'm not feeling it...I wasn't feeling him and I really Couldn't figure out why...Everything he did I hated and when I didn't like him I was trying to make up a reason to not LIKE him and just about a month after we ended it... I found out why I didn't like him...I have a real reason this time...So I guess if you have a gut feeling about someone don't ignore it. realize you don't like it and move on...kindly ask the person to get out of your life and keep it moving...I usually don't allow people to make me mad but, I'm almost happy he made me mad...because now I know why my GuT feeling was to be mean to him...lol He is Def. a person I don't want in my life.... He is a wolf in sheeps clothing I'm so glad he wasn't a cute Lil puppy because puppies are my weakness...I hate wolves......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-8554570591564832594?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8554570591564832594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=8554570591564832594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/8554570591564832594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/8554570591564832594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-glad-to-know.html' title='JUST GLAD to KNOW'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-5450202193724484316</id><published>2009-01-20T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:27:35.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOINg Back</title><content type='html'>Going back always seem so easy..to go back to your last relationship..easy because you have already built a bond with that person. To go back to your favorite restaurant its easy because its effortless you don't even have to think about what you want to order you already know.... Going back to an old job you can skip training and sometimes you can even get your old desk back...sometimes we have to stop wanting to go back because its easy but we have to go forward because their is no glory without pain. SO as painful as this may be I'm going forward&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-5450202193724484316?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5450202193724484316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=5450202193724484316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/5450202193724484316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/5450202193724484316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/01/going-back.html' title='GOINg Back'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-4618684796155587094</id><published>2009-01-20T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:20:12.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience vs. Productive</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I think my lack of patience gives me the illusion that I'm not being productive. I have to always remind my self to be patient that good things come to people who wait and recognize an opportunity when its placed in front of them. So I wait and Continue to work, to put my best information forward and to work on it to improve it so that when the chance comes I can be productive and show progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-4618684796155587094?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4618684796155587094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=4618684796155587094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/4618684796155587094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/4618684796155587094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/01/patience-vs-productive.html' title='Patience vs. Productive'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-4988211337661689317</id><published>2009-01-09T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:27:56.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shelia...oh Shelia....</title><content type='html'>I have to keep my girl Shelia Dixon in my prayers. If you don't know I will bring you up to speed. For the last two years they have been investagating the Mayor of Baltimore City for having a personal relationship with a contracter and alledgely slid him a "few" deals without a formal contract....And Aparently she used a few best buy gift cards to buy some personal items....ok so slap her on the wrist and make her pay for the gift cards....I mean clearly it doesnt look like she did anything more than just network...and used the perks of her job....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get movie passes that should go to listners but Hey ....don't you get perks with your job too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-4988211337661689317?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4988211337661689317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=4988211337661689317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/4988211337661689317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/4988211337661689317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/01/sheliaoh-shelia.html' title='Shelia...oh Shelia....'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-5146158245661435019</id><published>2009-01-09T18:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:22:53.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships....</title><content type='html'>Women why must we always want a relationship....to be attached to someone else...Why??? no really why? When did we lose the urge to do things on our own..to want to be by ourselves...to be the woman and the man...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not saying we have to raise the world or even take over the world or also be alone ...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just saying we have to learn who we are...if we don't enjoy our single life how can we ever expect a man...to give us something we can't give ourselves.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-5146158245661435019?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5146158245661435019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=5146158245661435019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/5146158245661435019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/5146158245661435019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/01/relationships.html' title='Relationships....'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-4109750393548036041</id><published>2009-01-09T18:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:19:03.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year new me....</title><content type='html'>Well kind of...to me 09' means a time to get serious, to officially start this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;journey&lt;/span&gt; called LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;You know pick a Career like the thing I want to do everyday, all the time ...you know one job that you pour your heart into and Work... yeah right..good luck Tell me where to start looking and i'll find it...right...??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I work 3 different jobs eventually to only work one job...the question is which job??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-4109750393548036041?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4109750393548036041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=4109750393548036041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/4109750393548036041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/4109750393548036041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-me.html' title='New Year new me....'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-2982906392154157744</id><published>2009-01-04T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:06:45.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson Learned</title><content type='html'>Don't hold onto people .....if they want to go let them go.... sometimes you have to shed old friends, relationships and associates in order to grow....you have to fly on your own even if its turning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;back on people and letting them Go!!! I pray that I know when that time is...don't fight it just let them go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-2982906392154157744?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2982906392154157744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=2982906392154157744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/2982906392154157744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/2982906392154157744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/01/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson Learned'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-5667065794387682298</id><published>2009-01-04T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:03:44.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hear you....</title><content type='html'>When God is calling you he doesnt stop until you answer...literally...... the other nite i'm laying in bed and I couldn't sleep as I was tossing and turning I saw my trusty bible sitting on my night stand I grab it and i started reading before I knew it I was able to fall asleep...then im laying in bed tonight and just as i turn on the tv. joel osteen was on their and i was glued to the set normally I don't watch church on tv. but its something about JOel that makes me not want to change the channel .....he is funny and very informative...I love it..... Thans God I hear you...! sorry for not answering before&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-5667065794387682298?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5667065794387682298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=5667065794387682298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/5667065794387682298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/5667065794387682298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hear-you.html' title='I hear you....'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-886328477031534539</id><published>2008-12-28T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:48:26.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First things first.....</title><content type='html'>now its time to mingle get out and meet someone for the new year......08' was cool but I can't wait for 09'...I feel good about 09' nothing holding me back completely free to schedule whatever I like maybe i'll start with a mani and pedi and a fresh wash and curl and maybe some cute hair color feeling like i want a new look.....its time to start branding..SHeenaJ I can dig it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-886328477031534539?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/886328477031534539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=886328477031534539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/886328477031534539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/886328477031534539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-things-first.html' title='First things first.....'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-6416505641092019550</id><published>2008-12-28T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:44:34.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEXT</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we don't even need to say the words" Its Over"..its always best when both parties agree to being done without having to say the words....it just makes it easier..if its not worth holding on to then you should always let it go free it up for the next person....make sure you cut all ties and let go....wow..I guess it is what it is.... Its Over....I don't know if I'm happy or sad feeling more like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;....but better than being sad so I will take it....NEXT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; maybe not ready for NEXT but it just sounds good NEXT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-6416505641092019550?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6416505641092019550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=6416505641092019550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/6416505641092019550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/6416505641092019550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2008/12/next.html' title='NEXT'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-2371586254125012292</id><published>2008-12-16T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:53:56.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What we Want</title><content type='html'>Fellas this is the last time I am going to tell you.....What Women Want...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Surprises little gifts just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your support &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;even  if &lt;/span&gt; you don't agree with the decison...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You ears listen when we talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sometimes we need you to pull your pants up and just make it happen...just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We need to know you can handle what ever life throws at you and most important handle us when we need it the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these little rules keeping the girl is the easy part she will be drawn to your style and you wont have to work hard to maintain her...she will have your back in the long run&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-2371586254125012292?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2371586254125012292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=2371586254125012292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/2371586254125012292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/2371586254125012292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-we-want.html' title='What we Want'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-7108799816397262239</id><published>2008-12-16T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:48:58.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeep...zzzzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>What is that? Lately I have been running on E....in the sleep department I have given myself a deadline and 3 goals to accomplish in under 30 days....needless to say I am using my time wisely even if it means no sleep....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-7108799816397262239?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/7108799816397262239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=7108799816397262239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/7108799816397262239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/7108799816397262239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleeepzzzzzzzzz.html' title='sleeep...zzzzzzzzz'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-6527362231255843183</id><published>2008-12-16T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:44:18.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping up with the Jones's?</title><content type='html'>That phrase might be out the window well at least last sunday Dec. 14th it was.... We were all trying to keep up with the 'Hottest Winter Ever'! Crystal Coleman some call her Don Diva....well she had a birthday party for 150 of her closest friends and not just a typical bday party but a shut the club down Invite only, Ruth Chris style party must be nice... Ruth Chris was the bomb of course with the steak, chicken , crab cakes , bacon wrapped shrimp, ummm am I making you hungry yet...? Did I say crab dip cocktail shrimp all included all the guest had to do was show up and of course Dj. Beazy was on the ones and twos I must say nice party I dont think i'm taking 20 of my close friends to ruth chris in fear of the bill ,but hey girl if you got it use it....I enjoyed the party and of course the girls did too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I hope you have many more blessed years to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-6527362231255843183?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6527362231255843183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=6527362231255843183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/6527362231255843183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/6527362231255843183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2008/12/keeping-up-with-joness.html' title='Keeping up with the Jones&apos;s?'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-8830466727182844539</id><published>2008-12-04T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:11:10.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheeees burgerssss</title><content type='html'>Tonight was the bomb...started off as a typical thursday morning job from 8am. to4pm. and then off to evening job from 4:30pm. to 11:30pm...u know usually my typical thursday ..but just as i was going on break from my second job I was invited for cheese burgers now these are far from typical cheese burgers they are burgers with cheese in the middle...like googey good cheese in the middle...I took one bite and was addictied money couldn't buy this cheese burger they are homeade and I only know one person in the world who can make them and she is from peru....I was so take a cooking class if I knew my burger would taste have as good as the one she cooked...moy bein...because I also learned a second language over dinner ....bomb thursday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-8830466727182844539?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8830466727182844539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=8830466727182844539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/8830466727182844539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/8830466727182844539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2008/12/cheeees-burgerssss.html' title='cheeees burgerssss'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-2692999563698175953</id><published>2008-12-03T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:46:13.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloger...bloging...bloged</title><content type='html'>What ever you call it.... I do it because I love it...its a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;way to&lt;/span&gt; express your angry without yelling...a way to laugh without actually laughing out loud. and most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;importantly&lt;/span&gt; people like to read them...as long as you read at work bored...I will write at work bored..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; doing this just for YOU...all of You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  Today I will be networking at Morgan State University with a class of seniors discussing good ways to break into the industry with a communications degree the biggest thing I want to stress to them is only the strongest will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;survivor&lt;/span&gt; many people graduate with their degree and go into career paths that have nothing to do with what they learned over the past four years....but the good thing is you are in control.... y&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt; have the right to make your own career in the U.S.A so make it... no excuses...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-2692999563698175953?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2692999563698175953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=2692999563698175953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/2692999563698175953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/2692999563698175953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2008/12/blogerblogingbloged.html' title='bloger...bloging...bloged'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-8114640602151191957</id><published>2008-11-29T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:55:11.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>Is it me or has shopping become a sport lately..its like if your not up early to compete in the shopping Superbowl you might as well watch it from the side lines. Today I was in target and I felt like I was playing football I had to block this lady from trying to look on the same rack I was on I had me feet firmly planted on the ground in a semi-squatting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt; with my arms straight forward letting her know she better walk around or pick a new rack because this one was taking.&lt;br /&gt; Then I went to the shoe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;section&lt;/span&gt; a&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; had to make a mad dash for the last pair of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jessica&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Simpson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pumps in&lt;/span&gt; my size stepping over boxes and all children that got it my way...and we all thought it was a recession I don't know where those people have been shopping because near my house the lines have been long as ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-8114640602151191957?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8114640602151191957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=8114640602151191957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/8114640602151191957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/8114640602151191957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2008/11/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-8663639187925641501</id><published>2008-11-29T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:47:47.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dudes.....</title><content type='html'>Once we realize all men cheat I think we can move forward in expecting them not to cheat...let me clear that up for you...I'm not saying that your man is going to cheat but lets be real most men cheat and they will continue to do it until they personally feel like they need to stop its nothing we can do to speed this process up we just have to deal with it or let it go...&lt;br /&gt; now me I am a fan of letting it all go if you don't realize my worth now why should I think, because I caught you cheating you are going to recognize you have a diamond right in front of you!&lt;br /&gt; That's just me and to those of you who think I am just talking to be talking I have been through a relationship with a cheating man and in the end it wasn't worth it my time or my effort...we are too good to sit around waiting for a man to get it right get it tight...we are the bomb by ourselves.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the only ones who can walk out of a club with more money than we went in with...we are the reason straight dudes come to the club and for some women we are the reason why dudes actually care what they where and how they take care of home...because eventually one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Day&lt;/span&gt; most men want to actually settle down with a wife.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if he doesn't see it please do me a favor and stop wasting your good club days on a wanna be man....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-8663639187925641501?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8663639187925641501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=8663639187925641501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/8663639187925641501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/8663639187925641501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2008/11/dudes.html' title='Dudes.....'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-6394097240065839459</id><published>2008-11-29T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:38:59.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini- Mogul .....</title><content type='html'>I WISH...I completely understand nothing comes over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt; but...it should come eventually right...well lets just hope it does...this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;week&lt;/span&gt; I have worked about 50 hours and its a holiday week and that is pretty lite compared to my 65 hour weeks or some weeks where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pushing 70 hours but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;geesh&lt;/span&gt;..this week I actually had time to sleep and watch a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt; now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the bomb!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have def. been grinding in every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; of the word..I just cant wait for my days to grind with a purpose you know working on a career where someone else is footing the bill...I did..well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Devan&lt;/span&gt; did get a you tube posting of my radio show up so that was great and a step in the right direction i guess the rest is up to me huh...well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; working on it I have given myself a deadline and i plan to stick to it even if i work all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Day&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; to get it finished &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-6394097240065839459?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6394097240065839459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=6394097240065839459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/6394097240065839459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/6394097240065839459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2008/11/mini-mogul.html' title='Mini- Mogul .....'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-5076976932791904518</id><published>2008-11-20T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:16:46.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TITLEs....</title><content type='html'>What's in a name...nothing at all...just a way for people to identify you and sometimes claim you...now there is nothing wrong with a dude claiming his prize....but the title "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Girlfriend"&lt;/span&gt;.... just means so much more after your 25....its no longer calling him on the phone and going on a few dates but its about given every part of yourself to someone...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mentally&lt;/span&gt;, physically and emotionally...I don't know about you but that scares me.....maybe I have a fear of letting go and trusting my life in someones hands but who knows...they say knowing is half the problem so at least I know....now some titles I like....like "Go Getter" or "Creative" but others limit you and put you into a box like "Typical Girl"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I just be me..but hey it takes a special person to want to know you...with no title without feeling like he has to write his name all over you like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt; john shirt....he just knows... Its  like luxury a designer they know there product and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why they have a small tag on the inside ...they don't need to broadcast to the world they made your shirt because people who know .....just know...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; his Chanel and he is my Louis V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just know! No title is better than some titles....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just saying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-5076976932791904518?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5076976932791904518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=5076976932791904518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/5076976932791904518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/5076976932791904518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2008/11/titles.html' title='TITLEs....'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-3804283627262375825</id><published>2008-11-20T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:04:57.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We be Clubbing....</title><content type='html'>Well if you live in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baltimore&lt;/span&gt;..like me its not really clubbing its more of a fashion show with music and drinks....but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lawwd&lt;/span&gt; when the drinks get involved you may see some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beyonce&lt;/span&gt; wannabes getting it in....looking more like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kelly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rowland&lt;/span&gt; no offense but she is no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;beyonce&lt;/span&gt;.....and the fashion...lets just say its different everyone wants to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gucci&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bandanna-ing&lt;/span&gt; it and making it rain with the few singles they have...but hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not mad at them..if I have enough drinks you might notice me picking up a few and stashing the cash....shoot that might be my next drink....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; call me bias but there are only a few peoples parties i would even think about going to...now i love me an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sye&lt;/span&gt; party...you know school yard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ent&lt;/span&gt;. now some people say its one big reunion with no new faces but i call it SAFE....if you know the people you don't have to worry about a random fight or dudes who want to go hard on the party and start smacking girls because they didn't let him grab her butt....well you might see that from one fashionable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;SYE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;member&lt;/span&gt; but hey he hasn't done that in years and only when he is real drunk...but like I said that was years ago.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now other dudes who throw parties I won't say any names...but they have a "fun" name..however they are known for bringing the hood out...now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not too good to party with the hood and shoot there houses are probably better than mine...but when i party all i want is a few good drinks and good music....however at hood parties if you look at a chick wrong she is ready to fight and not with her fist...but with her shoe a knife or anything she can get her hands on....and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just talking about me my face will be my money maker &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry i cant have a battle wound going down to my neck..its just not happening...so until then i will stay at the family reunion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; the best D.J. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Baltimore&lt;/span&gt; knows.......we be fashion dancing at the party...see ya next time looking cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-3804283627262375825?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/3804283627262375825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=3804283627262375825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/3804283627262375825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/3804283627262375825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-be-clubbing.html' title='We be Clubbing....'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-6338782874506831741</id><published>2008-11-15T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T18:09:17.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small WOrld....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;As Women sometimes we talk not knowing who is around us...we say things about other women that we don't mean but we say them for the sake of talking....ladies I will be the first to say that your words travels faster than the speed of light.... a girl was at the hairdressers and she started to talk about me saying my first and last name she went on and on about how she doesn't really know me but she doesn't like me...she doesn't like my radio show and she doesn't care about what I do on my spare time....granted everyone can't be my fan and yes some people have the right to not like me...but wow even if you don't know me...give me a chance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;allow me to give you a reason to not like me... for me to let you down..better yet let's actually have a conversation...try that on for size..... maybe it made you feel better about your self by talking about me and that's all fine and good but be a woman about it and tell me how I have failed you...maybe next time I see you in the club or walking by in the mall I will know your name look you in the eye and speak..... and next time you care to talk don't use my first and last name and expect your words not to travel the world is too small for simple mistakes ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;ladies we have to encourage one another...I vow to promise to not speak bad on a chick I don't know...to not hate on her just because she looks a certain way and knows how to hold a decent conversation I will allow her to make me not like her with her actions and words...I will give her a fair chance encouragement is the new trend make sure your in style....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-6338782874506831741?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6338782874506831741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=6338782874506831741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/6338782874506831741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/6338782874506831741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2008/11/small-world.html' title='Small WOrld....'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-5526990438229272435</id><published>2008-11-15T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:48:44.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friendships</title><content type='html'>Having good friends is like having a good relationship....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends are something you have to work at you have to develop...you can't meet a girl today and make her your friend tomorrow....it takes time...its hard to learn someone over nite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes a good friend is can she stand the times....&lt;br /&gt;let's say we are out enjoying dinner we ate, we drink and we laughed now here comes the bill ...i had the waitress my card and its declined ..... now a good friend if she has it will just cover your meal and say hey you have the next meal ...she has your back...but a bad friend will watch you scratch your head and empty your purse looking for lose change while she tips valet...its like she is completely blind to your needs...goood friends understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once She stands the times a good friend must also be able to keep a good juicy secret...lets say I told one of my soon to be friends/associate how my boyfriend got down in bed....a good friend will laugh it off and engage in a normal conversation a bad friend will halfway smile and tell the next girl she sees just cause she can....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know its nothing wrong with replacing a few friends here in there but once you find the right girls dont let them go...matter of fact hug them longer even when you are having a fight...take the high road admitt when your wrong..because good friends is like your fave bottle of wine it only gets better with time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-5526990438229272435?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5526990438229272435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-3006656240901137178</id><published>2008-11-13T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:32:11.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Settings...</title><content type='html'>Now is it me...or in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;todays&lt;/span&gt; social settings you need a drink to socialize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Aside from sitting at the bar and watching the silent t.v. or listening to the soft music..its hard to just talk to the person sitting next to you.... now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; speaking about the people you didn't come into the door with of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; easy...but what about the people who you came to meet or "network" with.   Maybe its just me but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; feel comfortable just walking up to someone and saying hi...my name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sheena&lt;/span&gt; I have a job but I would like to work at your business...by the way what do you do...now of course the conversation doesn't go like that but with out a drink I don't think it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; much better.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a chatter box I can talk to anyone about almost anything...except when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; sitting in a lounge and its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;after work&lt;/span&gt;..."networking" and you actually care what the people have to say.&lt;br /&gt;  What about the weird glances of half smiles you get from the married men the mixed signals they send..that you don't know if they are trying to talk to you and exchange business cards or just trying to get your email to ask you out for drinks on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;...the biggest problem is how do you tell your soon to be future boss NO...without ruining your chances of ever working at his company.....I guess you just reply and say sure email me and when things start to get creepy you reply I have a boyfriend can he come and how about you bring your wife...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; remember keep it professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have to...and I  mean have too.... get a drink keep it simple don"t over do it and always keep your game face on...you have to be working while everyone else is partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the real hustler in the room...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;conveniently&lt;/span&gt; bump into your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt; boss drop your business cards and slide one in his hand only if he helps you pick them up...if he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; he is a jerk and you probably don"t want to work for him anyway...Keep your hand shake firm and down to two shakes...three if you want to make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lasting&lt;/span&gt; impression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-3006656240901137178?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/3006656240901137178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=3006656240901137178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/3006656240901137178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/3006656240901137178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2008/11/social-settings.html' title='Social Settings...'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-5202842947724252543</id><published>2008-11-11T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T18:26:48.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>What is family for...?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we can't explain ...them they are just people we grow to love, understand and eventually except. Now my family some will compare us to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;brady&lt;/span&gt; bunch while others call us the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bundys&lt;/span&gt;..its a great mix I must say, I love it.  Its funny to see how we have grown together. We have shared our made for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; experiences like...when me and my sister used to be skating waitress..yes u know that rule where you aren't allowed to skate in the house we didn't have that rule....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; we would skate around the house and take orders from the boys and my mom used to cook them..made to order didn't get any better.&lt;br /&gt;  This one time my dad went out for his usually night of drinks ...he came home drunk as ever only to fall off the bed and get a huge scratch from his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;forhead&lt;/span&gt; to his nose...telling  the boys he was in a bar fight...classic right...!?! He had all 5 of my brothers ready to fight..only to find out my dad fell off the bed on his own...or&lt;br /&gt;  what about the time where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Maurice&lt;/span&gt; was outside playing and he ran up the front of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;neighbors&lt;/span&gt; car...needless to say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Maurice&lt;/span&gt; remembers the day all to well .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all have our times and stories that makes having a family worth it .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-5202842947724252543?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5202842947724252543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=5202842947724252543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/5202842947724252543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/5202842947724252543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2008/11/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-2121876298873462862</id><published>2008-11-09T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T14:24:20.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Wow how so many things can change so fast..last year this time I was jobless..well not quite jobless but I had a part time job and needless to say I was broke. If mommy and daddy wasn't buying it I wasn't going to have it.  Now I have 3 jobs.... What a difference a year makes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a few months off gave me time to reflect on certain things I wanted and needed for my life. I can't say that I don't still have lazy days but I do have many more focused days. Working 7 days a week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; makes you value any free moments you have..to get those extra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; of sleep when you know you have a long week ahead of you...are priceless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have people push you when you are ready to push the breaks is enough to make your heart cry to know that people stand by you when you don't stand by yourself.  Is enough to make any girl weak at the knees.  Sometimes you have to promise yourself that you will except change when it comes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; things that stay the same..will never provide the change we all need and learn to love.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-2121876298873462862?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2121876298873462862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=2121876298873462862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/2121876298873462862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/2121876298873462862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2008/11/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-5707227856719718246</id><published>2008-11-08T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:19:43.633-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encouragement is the new trend make sure your instyle'/><title type='text'>Encouragement is the new trend....</title><content type='html'>Today if you missed my radio show...which airs the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; and 3rd sat. of every month on 1010am.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WOLB&lt;/span&gt; Radio-One Baltimore at 3pm. you missed a good show don't mean to tut my own horn but hey if its there I might as well (Beep) it.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we discussed Fashion...but not fashion for vogue or hard to pronounce designers but fashion for the every day chic chick... If you want to look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hott&lt;/span&gt; you have to follow your heart. Today I spoke with Sheena E., Desi P. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Quintel&lt;/span&gt;, and they all agreed that fashion was an attitude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For 08'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*some loved the leggings while others hated them we all agreed that if your legs are in shape and you know how to wear them they are a keeper...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We all couldn't get enough of scarves for men and women and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;layerssss&lt;/span&gt; of course ... is the new in... no one wants to wear coats....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 09'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Scarves are definitely an IN..for men and women&lt;br /&gt;*Tights are the new Leggings ...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;opaque&lt;/span&gt; tights just to be clear..&lt;br /&gt;*For Men Skinny Jeans aren't that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hott&lt;/span&gt; and they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; fit over your butt...so you can get rid of them things...(and not just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;becuz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;JayZ&lt;/span&gt; says my" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;knots&lt;/span&gt; don't fit..." )&lt;br /&gt;* also for ladies when you go to the club sexy conservative chick is making a comeback as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;quintel&lt;/span&gt; plainly stated a "Woman does not have to show all her curves to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hott&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE all agreed the best place to shop on a budget is H&amp;amp;M and of Course a good...and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;stresss&lt;/span&gt; a good...Goodwill Store Vintage will never go out of style.&lt;br /&gt;For a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;women's&lt;/span&gt; best fashion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;accessory&lt;/span&gt; we agreed it was a big...big ...big bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ladies and men get your 'good look' on...also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; forget to visit a nice blog fashion site quite a few are right here on blog spot keep your eyes open ill give you more to read soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-5707227856719718246?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5707227856719718246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=5707227856719718246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/5707227856719718246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/5707227856719718246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2008/11/encouragement-is-new-trend.html' title='Encouragement is the new trend....'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-8714640756472652602</id><published>2007-09-04T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:15:55.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give</title><content type='html'>ITs funny how life gives you what...you give it.&lt;br /&gt;We have all heard the story about the water on earth...right? well if you havent ill give you the short version. basically, we will always have the same amount of water on earth..it just goes through a cycle...a water cycle... For instance, the water that falls from the sky is the same water that was once in the ocean or on land....that water from the ocean evaporated and went back to the sky only to fall again... Well life is exactly the same... we fail only so we can pass the next test...we fall only so we can raise again. We go through the cycle of life only so we can get get used to it and know that we have to put it in God's hands...he will decide if we end up in an ocean , a toilet, or the ground..next we just have to make the best of it for now.... so if your the water stuck in the sink, trying to wash away the dirt on others..just know eventually u will be the water that relaxes at the beach..soaking in all the sun!!!  &lt;br /&gt;you days will get brighter..u just have to have faith in yourself and your maker...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-8714640756472652602?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8714640756472652602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=8714640756472652602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/8714640756472652602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/8714640756472652602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2007/09/give.html' title='Give'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-4269475249896660452</id><published>2007-09-04T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:00:05.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>self-check out</title><content type='html'>Ok so i'm a huge fan of the Self-Check out line.... and I used to think it was the best thing ever...until..i started to see the flaws in the system...&lt;br /&gt;especially when old ladies use it and the can't find the bar code... sometimes im ready to move them out the way and direct them to the nearest line with a cashier.&lt;br /&gt;or how about when you use a credit card and the machine operator gives you the LOUD automated response: "Please use another card...that card can not be used at this time"...how rude.....lol..how come a red sign doesnt flash across the screen and politely tell you your card was declined...that would be so much nicer.&lt;br /&gt;Or what about when you incorrectly scan an item and the system doesnt move it down the conveyer belt..it sounds off for an associate and make it look like your stealing..lol....however, there is one plus to using the self-check out line and thats when someone forgets to grab their change from the bottom of the machine.....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will continue using them regardless of the everyday hassles of a faster way to check out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-4269475249896660452?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4269475249896660452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=4269475249896660452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/4269475249896660452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/4269475249896660452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2007/09/self-check-out.html' title='self-check out'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-763692787650016425</id><published>2007-08-25T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T08:33:10.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we make decisions and we hope they were the right choice. When we find out it was the wrong choice we move on from it, we learn from it and we grow from it. In life we don't get second chances we can't go back and change the things we did wrong, we can't change the things we might do a little differently we have to live with the outcome, likable or not.&lt;br /&gt;    Life is about Choices the best thing in life though is that everyone makes bad choices, so more likely than not people will forgive you for your wrong choices...if they don't they weren't worth being around...so push them to the left and move on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-763692787650016425?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/763692787650016425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=763692787650016425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/763692787650016425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/763692787650016425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2007/08/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-2206701848279231971</id><published>2007-08-10T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T19:49:37.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys I have the 11 Answers to your 11 Questions</title><content type='html'>1. Guys: Why do girls tell each other everything?&lt;br /&gt;Girls: Fellas when girls tell their friends about you..its like we put a HIT out on your name, we have already realized that the World is Small....So if we spread the Word about our relationship with you, we are bound to find out if you talk, date  or currently having sex with another girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Guys: Why do girls play hard to get?&lt;br /&gt;Girls: We have to see how far you are willing to go to talk to us, if we run will you follow us in the chase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Guys:Why Are Girls So Needy?&lt;br /&gt;Girls: Ok girls become needy, when we think we have found a man who we think is capable of providing for us, they seem to have evrything together, swagger just right, perfect career so we need you to support us and Provide for us...even if its just Ice Cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Guys:Why do Girls hold out on Sex when they know they want it just as bad as we do?&lt;br /&gt;Girls: Fellas you have to realize its easy for a girl to get sex, almost every guy we meet wants to have sex with us...so when we find someone we want to have sex with we hold out...hoping once we give it to him he will cherish it like a cup of ice water in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Guys:Why do girls become bugger boos?&lt;br /&gt;Girls: For girls, sometimes a guy is like our favorite food, we like them so much that we want to be near them everyday...every mintue we find ourselves day dreaming about them at night, in the morning and during lunch. Take it as Flattery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Guys:Why is it that girls will believe anything their friends say?&lt;br /&gt;Girls: WE tend to believe our friends because our friends tend to have our best interest at heart, they have nothing to lose before you they were our friends and after you they will be our friends, so normally when they have something to say we listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Guys:Why do Girls feel the need to nag so much?&lt;br /&gt;Girls: Honestly when girls nag guys its because, we have built up in our mind that you shouldn't make mistakes you are a MAN, you should know when we want to be held, when we want a kiss and when we want to lay in your arms....we think yall should be mind readers and we give you guys way too much credit...so when you get it wrong we fuss or nag at you hoping you get it right the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Guys: Why are Girls obsessed with planning cheesy, corney dates.....like Pinics in the park or ice skating?&lt;br /&gt;Girls: The truth is girls like to do things that are a little bit more intimate than watching a movie or going out to dinner, we like to take guys out of their comfort zone to see who they really are and once again how far they will go to show us how much they like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Guys: Why do Girls Cheat?&lt;br /&gt;Girls: We Cheat because you stop telling us we are pretty, you stop holding our hand, you stop listening to our concerns and you get too comfortable...so when we get comfortable we get bored and we start to look into other people for the fun we once had with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Guys:Why do girls like what isn't good for them?&lt;br /&gt;Girls: Ok..... Guys Can be like fatty Calories, we  know they aren't good for us, thats why some women are obese, they have so much drama surrounding them it becomes unhealthy..bad guys can be like a piece of choc. cake we know we shouldn't eat too much, but we become addicted to their taste, smell and feel..we can't stop eating and indulging in their negativity(Fatty Calories)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Guys: How do girls Lie with a straight face?&lt;br /&gt;Girls: Sorry men but girls have learned how to act at an early age, we call it "make believe" from a child, we "make believe" we are a princess, We "make believe" we are having a tea party and in our mind we "make believe" we are telling the truth...so to us we aren't lying we are just "make believeing" we are telling the truth and sometimes just sometimes we lie to spare your feelings we dont want to hurt your feelings so we lie and say you were the best sex we had.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******** Rememeber Ladies as females we have the upper hand...we allow ourselves to surrcomb to the needs, charms, smiles and lies from men. all of these questions were taking From GOOD GUYS.....If you are dating that WRONG GUY..then sorry I can't help you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-2206701848279231971?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2206701848279231971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=2206701848279231971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/2206701848279231971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/2206701848279231971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2007/08/guys-i-have-10-answers-to-your-10.html' title='Guys I have the 11 Answers to your 11 Questions'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-7559888881649218218</id><published>2007-08-10T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T18:28:05.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRiEnDs</title><content type='html'>Real Friends are the bomb!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the people that you dont have to be around everyday...but they know you love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the friends who help you when you fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the friends who laugh at you when you do something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the friends that help....chase your boyfriend down if you catch him cheating with another girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the first ones to tell you when you are wrong, right and when you are just plain confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the friends who know your secrets no matter how embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the friends who convince you that Life isnt that bad and it could be much worst!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the one who dye your hair, because you are too cheap to go see a stylist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the ones you can borrow clothes from and never return them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the friends who give to you when you are in Need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Friends...are hard to find...they are easy to fuss with...funny to laugh at...and refreshing to hug!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Trust me Real FRiends are the Bomb!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-7559888881649218218?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/7559888881649218218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=7559888881649218218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/7559888881649218218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/7559888881649218218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2007/08/friends.html' title='FRiEnDs'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-7065883058274022984</id><published>2007-08-10T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T18:18:58.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents Be Responsible For your Kids</title><content type='html'>You know how they say Children are they Key to our Future..... That they hold the World in Their hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I totally Disagree with that Statement. As I see it, It is the PARENTS..that are the key to our Future!!!! Children are more like the Lock to our Future. They Can either Lock us in to a "negative Environment to live in" or the can "Unlock" us in to a positive atmosphere. If they Lock us into a negative environment, then they will become content with not getting a good education, with not caring about themselves or the house in which they live in. They will continue to litter in our streets, fail in school, and take advantage of the welfare system.  Parents need to step up and take action....for the Seeds that they turn into trees or weeds!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I'm not a parent I believe if more parents get involved in their childrens life, then children will have no time to become a part of the devils work shop, with an idol mind. Parents put your child in Little League- football, basketball, soccer, Volley Ball..something. Send them to the Library anything but the TV...! Send them to one of the many after school programs..that non-children having tax payers PAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-7065883058274022984?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/7065883058274022984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=7065883058274022984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/7065883058274022984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/7065883058274022984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2007/08/parents-be-responsible-for-your-kids.html' title='Parents Be Responsible For your Kids'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-177703186562424517</id><published>2007-08-10T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T02:54:07.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Effects of Technology......</title><content type='html'>Needless to say Technology has made me lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I see it is, why move if you can click a button and it will be here.....Last night, I ordered Pizza, Rented a Movie, Did a little fall shopping and ordered some groceries all from my bed!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are becoming too easy...so I'm becoming a little bit more lazier....For instance on my Computer its set to Auto-Fill, If i'm filling out an application or simply inputing my email address all I have to do is type the first letter and everything else Auto-Fills in the box.....So When I'm using someone elses computer that doesnt have auto fill Iquit half way through the Application Process, or Sign -up Process and wait to I get home Becauses its Faster With Auto-Fill.......That is just a disgrace if you ask me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only have I been lazier but, I have become impatient...If someone leaves me on hold for more than 10 seconds..I  hang-up. If i have to wait in line for more than three mintues I leave the store...and If i'm driving and get stuck behind traffic I drive like a speed demon to get away from traffic. I blame Technology for making thinks faster and easier!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might go back to snail- mail, Handwritten Notes and Pay phones....well maybe Not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-177703186562424517?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/177703186562424517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=177703186562424517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/177703186562424517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/177703186562424517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2007/08/effects-of-technology.html' title='The Effects of Technology......'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642168817353512564.post-5176250324419395890</id><published>2007-08-10T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:36:27.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Space</title><content type='html'>Sometimes...ok alot of the time girls need personal space especially during that one week out of the month....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys its ok to give her the time she needs, once you have been in a realtionship long enough you will began to now when your  your girl needs space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key Indicators:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She isn't being a good listener&lt;br /&gt;2. She seems a little distant&lt;br /&gt;3.Moody&lt;br /&gt;4.Argumentative&lt;br /&gt;5.Emotional&lt;br /&gt;6.Whiny&lt;br /&gt;7.Bitchy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Remember Absents makes the Heart Grow Fonder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some cases you may want to suggest some girl time, plan or suggest something her and her girlfriends can do....trust me guys you may never understand these emotions....so sometimes u have to let her re-coop on her own or with her girlfriends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642168817353512564-5176250324419395890?l=hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5176250324419395890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642168817353512564&amp;postID=5176250324419395890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/5176250324419395890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642168817353512564/posts/default/5176250324419395890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hottbutteredbeans.blogspot.com/2007/08/personal-space.html' title='Personal Space'/><author><name>HoTT BuTTerd BeAnS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558501079332799867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_geGzQv4dRQ8/SXavRe0ZFcI/AAAAAAAAACU/f0sFrSvWGss/S220/DSC_1518.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
