<?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-7947932586074627601</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:59:21.354-05:00</updated><category term='comfort'/><category term='habit'/><category term='consistent'/><category term='heaven'/><category term='interesting'/><category term='Holy Spirit'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='column'/><category term='hell'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='bring'/><category term='you'/><category term='bride'/><category term='SATC'/><category term='society'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='family'/><category term='longing'/><category term='see'/><category term='the'/><category 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term='God&apos;s Will'/><category term='mind'/><category term='return'/><category term='challenge'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='infatuation'/><category term='songs'/><category term='trust'/><category term='Christians'/><category term='Save'/><category term='change'/><category term='need'/><category term='song'/><category term='America'/><category term='ny'/><category term='hope'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='carey'/><category term='mothers'/><category term='sex'/><category term='Romans 3:23-24'/><category term='want'/><category term='mom'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='new york'/><category term='sister'/><category term='serendipitous'/><category term='women'/><category term='me'/><category term='mommy'/><category term='will'/><category term='bible'/><category term='crushes'/><category term='music'/><category term='name'/><category term='first'/><category term='blog'/><category term='fight'/><category term='life'/><category term='when'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='kindness'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Christianity'/><category term='men'/><category term='weird'/><category term='writing'/><category term='Word of God'/><category term='pillows'/><category term='morality'/><title type='text'>Serendipitous Musings</title><subtitle type='html'>Learning from yesterday, living for today, hoping for tomorrow.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-8571214300536342924</id><published>2011-01-29T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T23:42:30.457-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infatuation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='want'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='need'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='longing'/><title type='text'>In The Beginning...</title><content type='html'>This torrential love&lt;br /&gt;This back and forth love&lt;br /&gt;This love because I can't help but love&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;You are my eternal love&lt;br /&gt;In my mind love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will the fairytale end love?&lt;br /&gt;When will this all come crashing down love?&lt;br /&gt;My high love&lt;br /&gt;Get low love&lt;br /&gt;Better not see you with another chick love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This heartsick love&lt;br /&gt;This I need you love&lt;br /&gt;This I can't breathe without you love&lt;br /&gt;This I can't think about anything but you love&lt;br /&gt;This isn't really love&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As deadly as one of the seven sins&lt;br /&gt;Where do I begin&lt;br /&gt;To separate from you?&lt;br /&gt;When we touch&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I begin&lt;br /&gt;Where you end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Passage way to your soul&lt;br /&gt;Take me away&lt;br /&gt;Mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;This can't be life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-8571214300536342924?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/8571214300536342924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-beginning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/8571214300536342924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/8571214300536342924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-beginning.html' title='In The Beginning...'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-2035318915271269674</id><published>2011-01-05T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T09:53:50.340-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants and raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>Imma tell you why I'm mad, son!</title><content type='html'>Its about that time. Imma tell you why I'm mad, son! Our society sickens me. Don't worry, Michelle O., I got this. I'm not proud to be an American. Why? Because of what our society condones. The smut on MTV and VH1 is our idea of entertainment!? Who's "reality" is reality tv based on!? It was all fun and games in the beginning! I'll admit to loving the Real World. Things just really got out of hand. The Real World......Jersey Shore. I see no positive growth. I see a steady climb of filth. I don't let my son watch much tv. Why? What can he learn? Fist-pump and how to smoosh!? America: dumbing down one person at a time. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Housewives (not even married or with someone), Dirty Shore, and things like that float your boat: #NoShade But, if you have millions of 15-25 year olds thinking this is life and how you get down...Lord, help us beacuse they will inherit the Earth! Lord, it seems the last generation with sense was born in the 80's. God bless us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours in true sadness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trinity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-2035318915271269674?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/2035318915271269674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2011/01/imma-tell-you-why-im-mad-son.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/2035318915271269674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/2035318915271269674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2011/01/imma-tell-you-why-im-mad-son.html' title='Imma tell you why I&apos;m mad, son!'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-816338816094093942</id><published>2011-01-01T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:13:36.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR 2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TR_TnsVjgII/AAAAAAAAAIE/mQNpsVsFUow/s1600/new-years-bucks-county.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TR_TnsVjgII/AAAAAAAAAIE/mQNpsVsFUow/s320/new-years-bucks-county.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;5...4...3...2...1....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hello, darlings!&amp;nbsp; I hope your New Years was amazing! I was thinking about new years resolutions and the sort and realized that I never actually keep any. They are down the drain in less than one month. As the daily grind begins we go back to the way we were. I wondered what would happen if we got an accountability partner. If someone holds you accountable for what you set out to do...it just might work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wanted to work out more, go to church more, not procrastinate so much...I already have a few friends in mind to help with these feats. Hopefully, I'll persevere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hope that God blesses whoever reads this with love, joy and prosperity this new year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-816338816094093942?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/816338816094093942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/816338816094093942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/816338816094093942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-2011.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR 2011!'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TR_TnsVjgII/AAAAAAAAAIE/mQNpsVsFUow/s72-c/new-years-bucks-county.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-3768129853091797316</id><published>2010-12-06T23:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T22:15:29.277-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Day 5: Your siblings.</title><content type='html'>I have SO neglected this challenge! Things got &lt;i&gt;so &lt;/i&gt;hectic with the end of the semester and whatnot! But - I refuse to quit! LOL! So, day 5 it is, like 20 days later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: Your Siblings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TP25l9cG5EI/AAAAAAAAAHw/5XOvPuGy09A/s1600/20101103205021603.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TP25l9cG5EI/AAAAAAAAAHw/5XOvPuGy09A/s1600/20101103205021603.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carleisha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll start with the baby. My sis is now 17 years old and 18 years ago I asked for a sister and my mom gave me one! Thanks, mom! Talk about fulfilling a request! I love my sister dearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TP27EA3ETuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/c-8WG6tcTKc/s1600/peace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TP27EA3ETuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/c-8WG6tcTKc/s320/peace.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother O'mar and my grandmother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREE GREASY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother is locked up right now but he's doing well and we expect him home soon! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother and I are 4 years apart (making him 23 years old right now) I love my brother and can't wait for our family to be reunited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TP2812k9UDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/SM92mGiMtMc/s1600/Billy.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TP2812k9UDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/SM92mGiMtMc/s320/Billy.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My oldest brother, Unie. I crapped on his arm as a baby. He will tell &lt;i&gt;anyone &lt;/i&gt;who will listen. LOL! I love my big brother!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, these are my siblings. They have a very special place in mi corazon! xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-3768129853091797316?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/3768129853091797316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-5-your-siblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/3768129853091797316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/3768129853091797316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-5-your-siblings.html' title='Day 5: Your siblings.'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TP25l9cG5EI/AAAAAAAAAHw/5XOvPuGy09A/s72-c/20101103205021603.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-6141897445446260385</id><published>2010-11-18T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T00:18:02.478-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Day 4: Your parents.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Hello! I'm exhausted as all get out but Day 4 cannot be missed! I only have one parent who's been consistently in my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TOSze8AXo2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/VN4PhT__oUM/s1600/mommy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TOSze8AXo2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/VN4PhT__oUM/s400/mommy.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So, that's my mother and I on mother's day, in our jammies. I heart her. She's my world and we are so much closer now than we've ever been. God is good. I love you, Mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-6141897445446260385?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/6141897445446260385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-4-your-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/6141897445446260385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/6141897445446260385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-4-your-parents.html' title='Day 4: Your parents.'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TOSze8AXo2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/VN4PhT__oUM/s72-c/mommy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-2485979978396450544</id><published>2010-11-16T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T23:06:27.310-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='album'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carey'/><title type='text'>Day 3: Your first love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So, Day 3: My first love...I remember this like it was yesterday...I was 7 years old. I had never experienced anything like this in my life. The only word I can use to describe it is: rhapsody. That word has a dual meaning which fits this particular blog post well, you see, my first love was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;. Mainly in the form of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TONH0pKxKdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/XecJ3Uuns2k/s1600/mariah+1990.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TONH0pKxKdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/XecJ3Uuns2k/s320/mariah+1990.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You might not recognize her so let me introduce you. This is 1991 Mariah Carey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;My first love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hearing her sing back then was to know what music was. This birthed my love of music and my love of singing. (I can sing. Raise your hand if you knew that about me. Most people don't. LOL) As I grew up with Mariah Carey through the years it was amazing how each album told the story of my life. I can go back to a different point in time with every song. Every great relationship; break up; spiritual breakthrough, etc. can be traced in the deep lyrical content of her songs. I appreciated Mariah making me break out the dictionary at the age of 14 to find out what "nonchalant" meant in her song "Breakdown" or "resounding" in the song "The Roof." The messages in her songs were deep and passion filled. I thank you Mariah, for being there in every crisis and triumph. This is why 'til this day I have remained your #1 fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*sorry for the delay I'm at the end of my semester and writing papers like a maniac!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-2485979978396450544?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/2485979978396450544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-3-your-first-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/2485979978396450544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/2485979978396450544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-3-your-first-love.html' title='Day 3: Your first love.'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TONH0pKxKdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/XecJ3Uuns2k/s72-c/mariah+1990.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-3901318087292789687</id><published>2010-11-14T04:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T09:03:21.017-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serendipitous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growth'/><title type='text'>Day 2: Meaning behind your blog name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Meaning behind my blog name...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Serendipitous Musings&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;Serendipitous - come&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;upon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;found&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;accident;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;fortuitous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dndata" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;Musings - contemplation;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dndata" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dndata" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;In life it seems that almost by accident you find yourself aware of things you never were aware of before. Going through life you "accidentally" find out who you are, through mistakes and triumphs, tears and joy, and even loss. This blog documents those reflective moments I happen to come upon at any given moment.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-3901318087292789687?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/3901318087292789687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-2-meaning-behind-your-blog-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/3901318087292789687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/3901318087292789687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-2-meaning-behind-your-blog-name.html' title='Day 2: Meaning behind your blog name.'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-2890759577368218273</id><published>2010-11-13T00:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T15:03:51.517-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introductions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting'/><title type='text'>Day 1: Introduce, recent picture, 15 interesting facts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Hi! My name is Aisha Antoinette Picott.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TN4V8cTgsWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/27hRSPyxLhQ/s1600/TeamJesus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TN4V8cTgsWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/27hRSPyxLhQ/s320/TeamJesus.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This pic was taken right after I got this shirt. I love this shirt. It sums me up pretty well. lol Also, in this pic I am sporting my new transitional hairstyle. I'm going natural (that's a whole different blog post lol). 10/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;15 Interesting Facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I really like my middle name now and wasn't so fond of it in my earlier years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;2. I was a cheerleader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;3. As a cheerleader I dropped one of the girls I was holding up in the air (oops!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;4. I love the smell of gasoline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;5. I was a pregnant teen but not a teen mother (Pregnant at 19 yrs old and gave birth when I was 20 yrs old)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;6. I've changed my major four times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;7. I've changed schools five times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;8. I am allergic to an unknown substance so I walk around with an EPI-PEN to inject myself if my throat closes again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;9. I love small poison dart tree frogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;10. I've had my nose pierced three times and my navel pierced twice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;11. I have two tattoos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;12. I stopped watching television two years ago. I only catch certain shows online. So please, stop asking me if I've seen that commercial. LOL! If it hasn't gone viral most likely I have not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;13. I am allergic to apples, plums, peaches, and pears yet I can eat them all in processed form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;14. My favorite color is pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;15. I listen to Christmas songs and it &lt;b&gt;instantly &lt;/b&gt;lifts my mood. Never fails. Even in July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-2890759577368218273?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/2890759577368218273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-1-introduce-recent-picture-15.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/2890759577368218273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/2890759577368218273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-1-introduce-recent-picture-15.html' title='Day 1: Introduce, recent picture, 15 interesting facts.'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TN4V8cTgsWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/27hRSPyxLhQ/s72-c/TeamJesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-3269227844356855806</id><published>2010-11-12T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T23:17:48.978-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consistent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='habit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>30 Day Blog Challenge</title><content type='html'>So, I have neglected you for a total of 3 months. I am sorry about this Blog...the semester started...things got busy. I mean, I thought of you. I even visited a time or two. (Your background is really pretty. I just like to look at you sometimes) I know, I know. This doesn't make up for my blatant negligence. So, after reading Ashley's blog, a very lovely and talented young lady (and you can find her blog &lt;a href="http://www.wingsonourwaydown.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;), I was inspired to do this 30 Day Blog Challenge. I, like Ashley, have a hard time being consistent with things I plan to do (exercise, writing for my column which I kinda left you for, Blog, devotionals, etc), it would be nice to challenge myself to do something...consistently...for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you to do it to if you need a little motivation! Here it is: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Day Blog Challenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:Introduce, recent picture, 15 interesting facts.&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Meaning behind your blog name.&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: Your first love.&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: Your parents.&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: Your siblings.&lt;br /&gt;Day 6: A picture of something that makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;Day 7: Favorite movies.&lt;br /&gt;Day 8: A place where you've traveled.&lt;br /&gt;Day 9: A picture of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Day 10: Something of which you are afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Day 11: Favorite T.V. shows.&lt;br /&gt;Day 12: What you believe.&lt;br /&gt;Day 13: Goals.&lt;br /&gt;Day 14: A picture you love.&lt;br /&gt;Day 15: Life motto/inspirational quote.&lt;br /&gt;Day 16: Dream house.&lt;br /&gt;Day 17: Something you're looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;Day 18: Something you regret.&lt;br /&gt;Day 19: Something you miss.&lt;br /&gt;Day 20: Nicknames.&lt;br /&gt;Day 21: Picture of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Day 22: Favorite city. &lt;br /&gt;Day 23: Favorite vacation.&lt;br /&gt;Day 24: Something you've learned.&lt;br /&gt;Day 25: Put your iTunes on shuffle; name the first ten songs.&lt;br /&gt;Day 26: Picture of your family.&lt;br /&gt;Day 27: Pets.&lt;br /&gt;Day 28: Something that stresses you out.&lt;br /&gt;Day 29: Three wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Day 30: A closing picture and something of which you are proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the journey begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-3269227844356855806?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/3269227844356855806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-day-blog-challenge.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/3269227844356855806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/3269227844356855806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-day-blog-challenge.html' title='30 Day Blog Challenge'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-2365570410274506201</id><published>2010-08-14T23:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T23:27:54.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He gives me butterflies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zAa7z5QdL4M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zAa7z5QdL4M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-2365570410274506201?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/2365570410274506201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/08/he-gives-me-butterflies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/2365570410274506201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/2365570410274506201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/08/he-gives-me-butterflies.html' title='He gives me butterflies...'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-1121448944613916584</id><published>2010-07-30T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T22:02:46.204-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nyc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='column'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>I started a Christian Living Column! 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 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;It has come to my immediate attention that the things that we hear and the things that we see have an impact on what we think. It has a greater effect on our minds than we may think. I was led to write this article because it has come up in various discussions with a few of my Christian friends. Is what we take in through our eyes and ears really important? If we know as Christians that we aren’t to entertain certain ideas or thoughts, why can’t we listen to certain music and watch certain programs and then just dismiss what isn’t righteous?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;No. The fact is we can’t. Seeds are being planted by the enemy. The solution is to be very aware of what you take into your body. You wouldn’t knowingly put harmful chemicals in your body would you? So why would you knowingly put images or sounds into your body that would be harmful to your soul? Not everyone sees it this way. This is just my personal opinion. From life experience, I find that for myself it’s better to distance myself altogether from things that could possibly pollute my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; Listening to “Buttons” by the Pussy Cat Dolls, I find myself rocking along gyrating my hips, feeling sexy and wanting to flaunt it for the world. Of course, I’d never do these things but the very fact that my mind goes there when I listen to songs such as this one, is reason enough to leave the secular music to the secular world. As Shannon states in her book, “Every Woman’s Battle,” there is enough Christian music out there now for every taste and every fancy. 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href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/secular-sounds-and-images.html' title='Secular Sounds and Images'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-8166008500913374458</id><published>2010-07-20T12:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T23:29:59.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Angels Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;I shouldn't have walked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;I would've stayed if I thought I could have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Made everything okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;But we just threw the blame back and forth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;We treated love like a sport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;The final blow hit so low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;I'm still on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;I couldn't have prepared myself for this fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Shattered in pieces, curled on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Super natural love conquers all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Remember we used to touch the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;And lighting don't strike the same place twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;When you and I said goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;I felt the angels cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;True love's a gift but we let it drift in a storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Every night I feel the angels cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;C'mon babe, can't our love be revived?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Bring it back and we gon' make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;I'm on the edge, just tryin' to survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;As the angels cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Limitless omnipresent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Kind of love couldn't have guessed it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Would just stop and disappear in a whirlwind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Here I am walkin' on this narrow rope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Wobbling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;But won't let go, waitin' for a glimpse of the sun's glow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;I know I can stand, just pull me back up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;But there ain't no hurricane, it's just us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;I'm willing to live and die for our love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Baby, we can get back that shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;'Cause lighting don't strike the same place twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;When you and I said goodbye I felt the angels cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;'Cause true love's a gift, but we let it drift in a storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Every night I feel the angels cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;C'mon babe, can't our love be revived?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Bring it back and we gon' make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;I'm on the edge, just tryin' to survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;As the angels cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Baby, I'm missin' you, don't allow love to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;We gotta ride it through, I'm reaching for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Baby, I'm missin' you, don't allow love to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;We gotta ride it through, I'm reaching for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Lighting don't strike the same place twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;When you and I said goodbye I felt the angels cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;True love's a gift, we let it slip in a storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Every night I feel the angels cry, the angels cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Oh baby, don't let the angels cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;*Mariah Carey* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-8166008500913374458?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/8166008500913374458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-19.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/8166008500913374458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/8166008500913374458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-19.html' title='July 19'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-5692667682689473014</id><published>2010-07-20T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T10:59:20.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Corinthians 9 - Passage�Lookup - New International Version - BibleGateway.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians+9&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;1 Corinthians 9 - Passage�Lookup - New International Version - BibleGateway.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;This is really blessing me this morning as I read it. It's entitled "The Rights of an Apostle" Paul is letting us know what he &lt;i&gt;could &lt;/i&gt;be doing but what he chooses to do to win souls. He's &lt;i&gt;so &lt;/i&gt;serious about his mission; his purpose. He is a great example to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;A verse really stood out to me: "No, I beat my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize." - 1 Corinthians 9:27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;This empowers me and fortifies my sexual integrity. God is always on time. Let's beat our bodies and make them &lt;i&gt;our &lt;/i&gt;slaves! I don't want to miss out on my prize! Do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-5692667682689473014?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians+9&amp;version=NIV' title='1 Corinthians 9 - Passage�Lookup - New International Version - BibleGateway.com'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/5692667682689473014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/1-corinthians-9-passagelookup-new.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/5692667682689473014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/5692667682689473014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/1-corinthians-9-passagelookup-new.html' title='1 Corinthians 9 - Passage�Lookup - New International Version - BibleGateway.com'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-935755831929419131</id><published>2010-07-15T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T23:48:04.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason behind&lt;br /&gt;my every heartbeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;Daily Haiku on Love by &lt;a href="http://tylerknott.com/"&gt;Tyler Knott  Gregson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-935755831929419131?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/935755831929419131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/haiku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/935755831929419131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/935755831929419131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/haiku.html' title='Haiku'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-2272386494436629366</id><published>2010-07-15T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T23:46:13.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Worth</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Don't sell yourself short. The world does enough of that for you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;~Aisha Antoinette&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-2272386494436629366?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/2272386494436629366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/self-worth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/2272386494436629366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/2272386494436629366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/self-worth.html' title='Self-Worth'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-479007735113569918</id><published>2010-07-15T23:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T23:45:02.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Patiently and Faithfully Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5v_nsTFkXkY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5v_nsTFkXkY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-479007735113569918?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/479007735113569918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/patiently-and-faithfully-waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/479007735113569918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/479007735113569918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/patiently-and-faithfully-waiting.html' title='Patiently and Faithfully Waiting'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-6378999029921795556</id><published>2010-07-15T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T23:44:03.447-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worldliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='integrity'/><title type='text'>Fighting Worldliness: The Secret to Being in His Perfect Will 7/12/2010</title><content type='html'>Over the past two weeks, I’ve been challenged to try and hear God’s  voice clearer. A really good friend of mine is fasting and trying to do  the same and I was inspired. If you’re a Christian you know there are  peaks and valleys in our walks and I was in the proverbial valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time, I had encountered numerous circumstances and  scriptures on the topic of worldliness (of, relating to, or devoted to  the temporal world not the spiritual one). I know at times I can get  caught up (i.e. jamming to the new secular song by Usher, watching my  favorite Desperate Housewives episode on Hulu or entertaining a  conversation that is less than edifying) but as a seasoned Christian  these things should have no affect on me, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong. We have to limit the amount of worldliness we allow into our  lives and this should be an ongoing process. As a believer, I am given  freedom! But not everything is beneficial for me (1 Corinthians 10:23).   As a rule of thumb, I’ve chosen to follow what Shannon Ethridge has  recommended in her book, &lt;em&gt;Every Woman’s Battle&lt;/em&gt;, * and examine  what I allow into my mind – through magazines, books, movies,  television, radio and the Internet. I suggest you do, too, and ask  yourself the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Does this glamorize ideas or situations that oppose my Christian  values?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Is it uplifting to my spirit, and does it make me grateful for what  God has given me, or does it make me depressed or dissatisfied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Does this cause me to think about things that build my character,  or does it tear it down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t allow things to enter your mind that can distract you from  being devoted to Christ and the things He has called you to do. Paul  warned the Corinthians about this possibility when he wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I am jealous for you with a godly jealousy. I promised you to  one husband, to Christ, so that I might present you as a pure virgin to  him. But I am afraid that just as Eve was deceived by the serpent’s  cunning, you minds may somehow be led astray from your sincere and pure  devotion to Christ.” (2 Corinthians 11:2-3)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul wasn’t worried that the Corinthians weren’t thinking about God  24/7! He was worried that the things they&lt;em&gt; were&lt;/em&gt; spending time  thinking about would lead them in the opposite direction from God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christianity.com stated today that “We must fight worldliness because  it dulls our affections for Christ and distracts our attention from  Christ. Worldliness is so serious because Christ is so glorious.” Am I  telling you to give up everything at once? No, of course not, but I am  asking that you decrease the amount of the “world” you let in and watch  how the blessings begin to flow! Instead of spending four hours on  Facebook, spend only two. Use the time you would have been mindlessly  playing Mafia Wars to read the Word of God. So many people are asking  why they haven’t heard from Him! I have a question for them and for you:  Are you really listening? Decrease the flow of “world” into your life  and see how quickly He answers! His voice will become clearer to you!  Spend more time with Him. How can we hear His voice if we aren’t  listening? Jesus said, “My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and  they follow me” (John 10:27).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christ followers, I believe we go through seasons of revelation.  God will only give us what we can handle (1 Corinthians 10:13)  and when  we are shown to be faithful with little we will, in turn, be given more  because of what we did with the little we had. (Luke 16:10).  If you  want to know His will for your life it’s simple: just ask. But make sure  that you aren’t too distracted to hear His answer. This, my brother, my  sister, is one of the secrets to being in His perfect will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Aisha Antoinette~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*excerpt taken from “Every Women’s Battle: Discovering God’s Plan for  Sexual and Emotional Fulfillment” by Shannon Ethridge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-6378999029921795556?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/6378999029921795556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/fighting-worldliness-secret-to-being-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/6378999029921795556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/6378999029921795556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/fighting-worldliness-secret-to-being-in.html' title='Fighting Worldliness: The Secret to Being in His Perfect Will 7/12/2010'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-434215658901532385</id><published>2010-07-15T23:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T11:59:20.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Belong Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="PST-posts-box-side"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;I didn't mean it when I said I didn't love you so&lt;br /&gt;I should've held on tight, I never should've let you go&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know nothing, I was stupid, I was foolish&lt;br /&gt;I was lying to myself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not fathom I would ever be without your love&lt;br /&gt;Never imagined I'd be sitting here beside myself&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I didn't know you, 'cause I didn't know me&lt;br /&gt;But I thought I knew everything&lt;br /&gt;I never felt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that I'm feeling now that I don't hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;Or have your touch and kiss your lips 'cause I don't have a choice&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what I wouldn't give to have you lying by my side&lt;br /&gt;Right here, 'cause baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you left I lost a part of me &lt;br /&gt;It's still so hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;Come back baby, please&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we belong together &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else am I gon' lean on when times get rough?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna talk to me on the phone till the sun comes up?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna take your place, there ain't nobody better&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby baby, we belong together &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep at night when you are on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Womack's on the radio saying to me:&lt;br /&gt;"If you think you're lonely now"&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute this is too deep&lt;br /&gt;I gotta change the station so I turn the dial&lt;br /&gt;Trying to catch a break and then I hear Babyface&lt;br /&gt;"I only think of you..." and it's breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to keep it together but I'm falling apart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling all out of my element&lt;br /&gt;I'm throwing things, crying&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out where the hell I went wrong&lt;br /&gt;The pain inflicted in this song ain't even half of what I'm feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;I need you, need you back in my life, baby&lt;br /&gt;We belong together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you left I lost a part of me&lt;br /&gt;It's still so hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;Come back baby, please&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we belong together...&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;*Mariah Carey* &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-434215658901532385?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/434215658901532385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-belong-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/434215658901532385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/434215658901532385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-belong-together.html' title='We Belong Together'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-2623157685793947974</id><published>2010-07-15T23:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T11:59:54.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Still Believe</title><content type='html'>You look in my eyes  &lt;br /&gt;And I get emotional  &lt;br /&gt;Inside  &lt;br /&gt;I know  it’s crazy but  &lt;br /&gt;You still can touch my heart  &lt;br /&gt;And after all this  time  &lt;br /&gt;You’d think that I  &lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t feel the same  &lt;br /&gt;But time  melts into nothing  &lt;br /&gt;And nothing’s changed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe,  someday you and me  &lt;br /&gt;Will find ourselves in love again  &lt;br /&gt;I had a  dream, someday you and me  &lt;br /&gt;Will find ourselves in love again  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each  day of my life  &lt;br /&gt;I’m filled with all the joy  &lt;br /&gt;I could find  &lt;br /&gt;You  know that I&lt;br /&gt;Am not the desperate type  &lt;br /&gt;If there’s one spark of hope left in  my grasp  &lt;br /&gt;I’ll hold it with both hands  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It’s worth  the risk of burning &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;To have a second  chance &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you baby  &lt;br /&gt;I still believe that we  can be together  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;If we believe that true love never has  to end &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then we must know that we will love  again &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe&lt;br /&gt;Someday you and me&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one more chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will find ourselves in love again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mariah Carey*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-2623157685793947974?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/2623157685793947974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-still-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/2623157685793947974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/2623157685793947974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-still-believe.html' title='I Still Believe'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-7339690155021171686</id><published>2010-07-15T23:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T23:40:56.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Quote...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h1&gt;As much as it doesn’t make sense. I want to abandon all of my common  sense and just succumb to these feelings.&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Aisha Antoinette&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-7339690155021171686?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/7339690155021171686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-i-quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/7339690155021171686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/7339690155021171686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-i-quote.html' title='And I Quote...'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-6703213248748824932</id><published>2010-07-15T23:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T23:39:04.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>July 9th, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h1&gt;How can you still give me butterflies? How can you still make my  breath catch? How can I still be nervous, anxious, and apprehensive? How  can I still love you?&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Aisha Antoinette&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-6703213248748824932?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/6703213248748824932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-9th-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/6703213248748824932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/6703213248748824932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-9th-2010.html' title='July 9th, 2010'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-1905302039506615242</id><published>2010-07-15T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T23:38:23.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this asking too much?  7/8/2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD_UEeRsudI/AAAAAAAAAGA/teyc0Sc-tQE/s1600/love+again.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD_UEeRsudI/AAAAAAAAAGA/teyc0Sc-tQE/s320/love+again.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-1905302039506615242?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/1905302039506615242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-this-asking-too-much-782010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/1905302039506615242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/1905302039506615242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-this-asking-too-much-782010.html' title='Is this asking too much?  7/8/2010'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD_UEeRsudI/AAAAAAAAAGA/teyc0Sc-tQE/s72-c/love+again.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-5449645281525794902</id><published>2010-07-15T23:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T23:36:37.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Wondering... 7/8/2010</title><content type='html'>…how do you know if you’ve made the biggest mistake of your life? And  what do you do if there is no way to correct it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-5449645281525794902?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/5449645281525794902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-was-wondering-782010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/5449645281525794902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/5449645281525794902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-was-wondering-782010.html' title='I Was Wondering... 7/8/2010'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-8511754943596190090</id><published>2010-07-15T23:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T23:35:42.227-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Your Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD_TiAMuDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/AKr1h1uXyXE/s1600/your+choice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD_TiAMuDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/AKr1h1uXyXE/s320/your+choice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-8511754943596190090?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/8511754943596190090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-choice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/8511754943596190090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/8511754943596190090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-choice.html' title='Your Choice'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD_TiAMuDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/AKr1h1uXyXE/s72-c/your+choice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-6296303595083263760</id><published>2010-07-15T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T23:31:16.005-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Hidden in His Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The deeper you go in God the more dependent you become of Him. Then it  just aches to be centered in on anything else but Him.&lt;/blockquote&gt;-Heavens Hart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-6296303595083263760?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/6296303595083263760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/hidden-in-his-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/6296303595083263760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/6296303595083263760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/hidden-in-his-heart.html' title='Hidden in His Heart'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-1326602811271633168</id><published>2010-07-15T23:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T23:32:02.902-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engaged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>My time WILL come. :-) 7/1/2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD_RteClwtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Qcsb36Hu2gA/s1600/Silver-Wedding-Bell-w--White-Rose-Decoration-w--Satin-Bow_4233_r.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD_RteClwtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Qcsb36Hu2gA/s320/Silver-Wedding-Bell-w--White-Rose-Decoration-w--Satin-Bow_4233_r.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A lot of people I knew or know are engaged or married. It was right  there for me and it seemingly slipped from my hands…fell through my  fingers…whatever happened I am no longer there anymore. But, instead of  getting down on myself…or rather, continuing to remind myself that I’m  almost 30 years old and getting no younger, I choose to live in hope and  wait in faith. I choose, this day, to go forward and wait until God  appoints the time. I will use this time to get to know Him better so  that I will hear him clearly when He speaks to me. I will also use this  time to DREAM! I already know who I’m going to ask to be apart of my wedding! :-) I  hope they all say yes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD_R0hjHEPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZVSS-vQwz_g/s1600/615Orange_Attendants_Attire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD_R0hjHEPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZVSS-vQwz_g/s320/615Orange_Attendants_Attire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now, moving on! In the meantime here’s a letter from our Heavenly  Husband:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Eternal Bride,&lt;br /&gt;I want to reveal to a sacred secret to you, My beloved. Although I am  your God, I am also your Eternal Husband. I will come soon to carry you  over the threshold into eternity. My desire is to lift the veil from  your eyes that you might see who you really are, My Princess, My Bride. I  am the Lover of your soul. I long to get close enough to give you a  glimpse of My eternal love for you. If you will seek Me with all your  heart, I will reveal Myself to you in extraordinary ways. If you will  come before Me and ask, I will give you a new hope in your heart that  will change your view of Me, of yourself, and of the world around you  forever.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Creator and Husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Lord All-Powerful, the Holy God of Israel, rules all the earth.  He is your Creator and husband, and he will rescue you.” -Isaiah 54:5  CEV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD_R85eRZJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1FNkG7_a-qU/s1600/bride1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD_R85eRZJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1FNkG7_a-qU/s320/bride1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-1326602811271633168?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/1326602811271633168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-time-will-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/1326602811271633168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/1326602811271633168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-time-will-come.html' title='My time WILL come. :-) 7/1/2010'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD_RteClwtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Qcsb36Hu2gA/s72-c/Silver-Wedding-Bell-w--White-Rose-Decoration-w--Satin-Bow_4233_r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-2258030335110970454</id><published>2010-07-15T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T23:26:14.663-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romans 3:23-24'/><title type='text'>Romans 3:23-24</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD_RM6DXLDI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4Z_RusP1r4Y/s1600/Christian1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD_RM6DXLDI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4Z_RusP1r4Y/s320/Christian1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Romans 3:23-24 – for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of   God&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of  God, and are  justified freely by his grace through the redemption that  came by  Christ Jesus. – Romans 3:23-24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;There  is a freedom when we realize that we all fall short and are in  need of  someone to help us.  We can stop trying harder and realize  that what we  could not do, God already has done in Christ! We are more  wicked than  we want to admit, but we are more loved than we could ever  dream!  This  is the good news to all of humanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-2258030335110970454?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/2258030335110970454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/romans-323-24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/2258030335110970454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/2258030335110970454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/romans-323-24.html' title='Romans 3:23-24'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD_RM6DXLDI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4Z_RusP1r4Y/s72-c/Christian1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-7923794910410262180</id><published>2010-07-15T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T23:06:56.812-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basics'/><title type='text'>15 Ways to Keep a Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD_L7bOJrSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-4Ggg07UFac/s1600/15+ways+to+keep+a+relationship....png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD_L7bOJrSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-4Ggg07UFac/s320/15+ways+to+keep+a+relationship....png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The basics but a lot of people don’t get it. I wish more people  did…sigh…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-7923794910410262180?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/7923794910410262180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/15-ways-to-keep-relationship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/7923794910410262180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/7923794910410262180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/15-ways-to-keep-relationship.html' title='15 Ways to Keep a Relationship'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD_L7bOJrSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-4Ggg07UFac/s72-c/15+ways+to+keep+a+relationship....png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-3990487510718425454</id><published>2010-07-15T23:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T23:01:38.156-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Secret to a Happy Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;A happy life is just a string of happy moments. But most people  don’t allow the happy moments, because they’re so busy trying to get a  happy life.&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;~Abraham-Hicks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-3990487510718425454?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/3990487510718425454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/secret-to-happy-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/3990487510718425454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/3990487510718425454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/secret-to-happy-life.html' title='Secret to a Happy Life'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-2478807390753500921</id><published>2010-07-15T22:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:59:57.049-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Do You Think of Me?  6/24/2010</title><content type='html'>I wonder if you think of me&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the shadows of your mind&lt;br /&gt;Although   our love could never be&lt;br /&gt;I find I think about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am   I in your fantasies&lt;br /&gt;The way you always wander into mine?&lt;br /&gt;And are   you longing endlessly&lt;br /&gt;Just like me deep inside?&lt;br /&gt;When the nights are dark and cold&lt;br /&gt;Do you think of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you’re lying all alone&lt;br /&gt;Do you think of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you feel the touch of another love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think  of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the one you’re dreaming of?&lt;br /&gt;Do  you  think of me?&lt;br /&gt;I picture you embracing me&lt;br /&gt;We drift away and leave the world  behind&lt;br /&gt;But  it’s only make-believe&lt;br /&gt;Love can be so unkind…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-2478807390753500921?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/2478807390753500921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/do-you-think-of-me-6242010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/2478807390753500921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/2478807390753500921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/do-you-think-of-me-6242010.html' title='Do You Think of Me?  6/24/2010'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-5024103778803983369</id><published>2010-07-15T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:57:35.885-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>I love...to love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h1&gt;I love romance. I’m a sucker for it. I love it so much. It’s  pathetic.&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;~Drew Barrymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-5024103778803983369?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/5024103778803983369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-loveto-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/5024103778803983369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/5024103778803983369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-loveto-love.html' title='I love...to love...'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-4221411598371433001</id><published>2010-07-15T22:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:54:44.656-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Save'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Bring Me to Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hOvgR_mWGco&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hOvgR_mWGco&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-4221411598371433001?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/4221411598371433001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/bring-me-to-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/4221411598371433001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/4221411598371433001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/bring-me-to-life.html' title='Bring Me to Life'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-5343409722507469728</id><published>2010-07-15T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:28:07.351-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pillows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>Essential to My Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD_CoyH77ZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9MId6yGkZzU/s1600/pillow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD_CoyH77ZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9MId6yGkZzU/s320/pillow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-5343409722507469728?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/5343409722507469728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/essential-to-my-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/5343409722507469728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/5343409722507469728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/essential-to-my-sleep.html' title='Essential to My Sleep'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD_CoyH77ZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9MId6yGkZzU/s72-c/pillow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-3643610523689338947</id><published>2010-07-15T22:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T23:32:23.530-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalm 23'/><title type='text'>I Just Had the Strangest Dream 6/2010</title><content type='html'>What does it mean when you dream that teeth fall out your mouth? It was more to it than that but that was the end…and it was HORRIFYING…Imagine holding 5 of your teeth in your hand! Smh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and immediately reached for the Psalms…so comforting…&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 23&lt;br /&gt;A psalm of David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,&lt;br /&gt;he leads me beside quiet waters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 he restores my soul.&lt;br /&gt;He guides me in paths of righteousness&lt;br /&gt;for his name’s sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Even though I walk&lt;br /&gt;through the valley of the shadow of death,&lt;br /&gt;I will fear no evil,&lt;br /&gt;for you are with me;&lt;br /&gt;your rod and your staff,&lt;br /&gt;they comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 You prepare a table before me&lt;br /&gt;in the presence of my enemies.&lt;br /&gt;You anoint my head with oil;&lt;br /&gt;my cup overflows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Surely goodness and love will follow me&lt;br /&gt;all the days of my life,&lt;br /&gt;and I will dwell in the house of the LORD&lt;br /&gt;forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-3643610523689338947?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/3643610523689338947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-just-had-strangest-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/3643610523689338947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/3643610523689338947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-just-had-strangest-dream.html' title='I Just Had the Strangest Dream 6/2010'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-7384087598379320419</id><published>2010-07-15T22:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:14:07.052-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>I'm in Love</title><content type='html'>He was someone I had known for years. He had been a close family friend. He had many appealing qualities, but I had never really thought about him in a romantic way. It was true that he had a sensitive and tender side that I had seen on a few occasions. But he was also extremely passionate about truth, and I felt that sometimes he came across a little too strong on certain points. To be honest, he intimidated me. It also seemed that he was a little too involved with “church stuff.” When I thought of him, I was reminded of Sunday school lessons with flannel Bible story characters or gold offering plates, this was not exactly the atmosphere for true love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was one of those people with a piercing gaze who can see straight into the depths of your soul. Because of this, I had gone out of my way to avoid him for the past few years. For some time now, my life had been a chaotic mess of compromise and confusion. I didn’t want him to see what I had become. If he found out what I had done, I was sure he would surely reprimand me and remind me that it was too late for me to ever discover anything more. But I soon realized I was very, very wrong about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found him waiting for me by the apple trees near my back gate one day as I headed out for a morning walk. I was startled to see him there, surprised that, after all these years and all the times I had ignored him, he still wanted to spend time with me. I gave him a tentative glance, and he smiled at me. A tender intimate smile, that made my heart lurch in spite of itself. I quickly looked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can I walk with you?” he asked in a gentle voice. I nodded, still avoiding his gaze, and he fell into step beside me. We made our way in silence for a while, listening to the occasional chatter of a squirrel or high-pitched chirp of a robin. I kept my eyes on the gravel path at my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I missed you,” he told me simply. Though it was obvious to both of us that I was the one who had put the distance between us, there was no hint of accusation in his tone. I bit my lip and nodded again, unsure what to say in response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked a little farther, and I realized his presence was both refreshing and comforting. I could feel his tender eyes watching me, silently telling me how important I was to him, though I could not figure out why. Nothing else was said during the rest of our time together that day, but I sensed that something more was about to happen between us. I just wasn’t sure if I was ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship slowly grew. The more time I spent with him, the more I realized how different he was from any man I had ever encountered. In him, there were none of the sex-hungry glances I had received from the guys at school, not a trace of the flirtatious teasing that had come to surround me, and not a strain of the seductive charms I had grown so accustomed to in men. But somehow I knew that he loved me. That he deeply desired me. That he found me beautiful. I hardly dared to hope that I had finally found the one man who could fulfill those long-forgotten dreams of mine. Even if he could be my prince, I was sure that I found him too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is completely crazy,” I told myself aloud one night as I tossed and turned in bed. “He wouldn’t want someone like me.” I was convinced that his love for me would shrivel up in a second if he truly understood how many mistakes I had made. I didn’t think I could risk becoming attached to him. I had been hurt so many times that I didn’t know how much more pain my heart could handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another worry. He didn’t live his life the way anyone else did. He stood out like a neon billboard on a lonely desert highway. He was mocked and misunderstood by quite a few people in my life. I knew he would not fit into my world, would not be accepted by my friends, and would not be at home in most of my surroundings. How could I possibly love someone like this? What did he expect me to do? Walk away from everything just to be with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrestled with my fears for weeks. He never pressured me to make a decision. He simply reminded me in a hundred different ways, that he loved me and that he longed for me. He was infinitely patient, tender, and sensitive…the kind of prince I had dreamed of for as long as I could remember. He made the immature romantic wannabes who had historically gained my affection seem like pitiful counterfeits. After seeing the real thing, I couldn’t believe I had fallen for such poor substitutes. But at the same time, I couldn’t help wondering whether or not he might just be too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more time I spent around him, the more something inside of me desperately wanted to just surrender and fall into his waiting arms. But I was afraid to let myself trust him. I was afraid of what my decision might cost me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over time, gradually, like the moving of the hour hand, my guard came down. No matter how many times I pulled away from him, his love remained unmoving, like a majestic, unwavering mountain overlooking a tumultuous ocean. I had even tried to convince him that I was not good enough for him. I told him in detail, with hot tears flashing in my tormented eyes, exactly what I had done with my life, heart, and body over the past years. But I sensed that instead of judging me, he was inwardly weeping over every piece of my shattered heart. Coming face to face with this infinite kindness left me stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, as I was sitting alone on a bench in the crisp spring air, I felt him softly approach me. He didn’t have to speak. I took a long look into the depths of love in his eyes, and I melted. With tears coursing down my face, I fell into his arms and told him passionately that my heart belonged to no one but him. At that moment, my life, my pursuits, my friends, everything I had built my world around faded away into nothingness. None of it seemed even remotely important anymore. Nothing mattered now but him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I whispered my devotion to him, a brilliant peace crept into my heart and began to mend its broken pieces. His eyes were wet with tears of joy. I felt like an eagle gliding along the majestic mountain peaks following an afternoon storm. I had finally found my prince. He had gallantly searched for me and rescued me from my dungeon of captivity. He had loved me in spite of my wretched, ugly condition. He had taken the filthy rags I was clothed in and given me the sparkling gown of a beautiful princess. His amazing love had fully revived my shattered, wounded, bleeding heart. And though I knew that I must now sacrifice all I had ever known in order to be with him, there was not a shred of doubt lingering in my mind. It was like giving him a pile of worthless pebbles and receiving a houseful of priceless jewels in return…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…The One who was waiting for me that morning by the apple trees when I went out for my walk. The One I surrendered to on that unforgettable spring morning a few months later. The One who passionately loved me, tenderly held me, and deeply cherished me in a way I had never before experienced, in a way that fulfilled all my childhood longings and desires. The One who rescued me from the dingy prison cell I had wandered into, cut the iron chains away from my feet and hands, tenderly washed me clean from my life of sin, transformed me into His princess, and carried me away into the sunset to His land. My true prince is Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- extremely long quote from Authentic Beauty by Leslie Ludy [I could never write anything that amazing!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WOW! What an AMAZING testimony! I had to post this!*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-7384087598379320419?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/7384087598379320419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/7384087598379320419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/7384087598379320419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in Love'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-8562264865039028469</id><published>2010-07-15T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:08:12.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hope You Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xIAWY4LLsEw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xIAWY4LLsEw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you give faith a fighting chance…&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to my child… =)&lt;br /&gt;Mommy loves you, Josh…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-8562264865039028469?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/8562264865039028469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-hope-you-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/8562264865039028469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/8562264865039028469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-hope-you-dance.html' title='I Hope You Dance'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-1981706820001573785</id><published>2010-07-15T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T21:58:58.575-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SATC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>SATC2 Review 5/28/2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-8XrpWgfI/AAAAAAAAAEw/M1Iksf8o5P4/s1600/satcpic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-8XrpWgfI/AAAAAAAAAEw/M1Iksf8o5P4/s320/satcpic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOW! Is all I can say! I thoroughly enjoyed this movie and it  was even better than the first one! Non-stop action; there wasn’t a  dull moment in this film. I was not disappointed in the fashion either!  Carrie’s shoes in the very beginning of the movie - gold-sequined  Christian Louboutin pumps - gave my heart pause. I knew at that moment I  was in for a treat! Although, some of Carrie’s choices are eccentric,  she’s true to herself and no one can take the title of “Trendsetter”  away from her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I truly enjoyed the storyline and rekindled love at the end.  I’m a hopeless romantic what can I say? I enjoy happy endings! I enjoyed  living vicariously through this foursome and it was nothing less than  extravagant!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if you haven’t thought about relocating to Abu Dhabi and  Dubai after this movie maybe this pic will help change your mind…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-8mPm5UOI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HJ4IDgBZUtA/s1600/satc2desert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-8mPm5UOI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HJ4IDgBZUtA/s320/satc2desert.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A girl could get use to this…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will be buying this when it comes out on DVD…a little  fantasy to escape reality is needed every now and then! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-1981706820001573785?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/1981706820001573785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/satc2-review-5282010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/1981706820001573785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/1981706820001573785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/satc2-review-5282010.html' title='SATC2 Review 5/28/2010'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-8XrpWgfI/AAAAAAAAAEw/M1Iksf8o5P4/s72-c/satcpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-2885538968538911401</id><published>2010-07-15T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T21:55:21.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and the City 2 - Premiere Weekend!  5/28/2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-7fGG05tI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KMfQ8CXCMeA/s1600/fav+dress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-7fGG05tI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KMfQ8CXCMeA/s320/fav+dress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight is the night! My friends and I are ready for the  adventure that is Carrie Bradshaw! Miranda, Charlotte and Samantha are  the besties that make the journey so fun and worthwhile!&amp;nbsp; Of course,  what I am SUPER excited about…what I’ve been dreaming of… the SHOES  &amp;amp; CLOTHES! *faints* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m ready to live vicariously through these ladies  tonight and afterward have a cosmo (or two lol)! I will update this blog  later with my thoughts on the movie! Have a blessed day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-2885538968538911401?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/2885538968538911401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/sex-and-city-2-premiere-weekend-5282010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/2885538968538911401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/2885538968538911401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/sex-and-city-2-premiere-weekend-5282010.html' title='Sex and the City 2 - Premiere Weekend!  5/28/2010'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-7fGG05tI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KMfQ8CXCMeA/s72-c/fav+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-7342152549041413771</id><published>2010-07-15T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T21:51:36.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion 6/15/2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I just had a GREAT reunion tonight with my God Mother whom I  haven’t seen in years! We caught up over some great Italian food and  wine. She also happens to be my 5th grade teacher and looked what she  found! A painting I drew when I was 11 years old! Wow! I love this  woman! She had it framed and everything. Momilla- you’re the best! &amp;lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-6-VUW0-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/0UtYH98Ceko/s1600/porcupine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-6-VUW0-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/0UtYH98Ceko/s320/porcupine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-7342152549041413771?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/7342152549041413771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/reunion-6152010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/7342152549041413771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/7342152549041413771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/reunion-6152010.html' title='Reunion 6/15/2010'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-6-VUW0-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/0UtYH98Ceko/s72-c/porcupine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-6762449073390621625</id><published>2010-07-15T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T21:47:45.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Changed Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote"&gt;   &lt;div class="headline_post"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://poetry365.tumblr.com/post/615114266/the-changed-man-robert-phillips"&gt;The  Changed Man by Robert Phillips&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="headline_floral"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post_text"&gt;If you were to hear me imitating Pavarotti&lt;br /&gt;in the shower every morning, you would know&lt;br /&gt;how much you have changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to see me stride across the park&lt;br /&gt;waving to strangers, then you would know&lt;br /&gt;I am a changed man—like Scrooge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awakened from his bad dreams feeling feather-&lt;br /&gt;light, angel-happy, laughing the father&lt;br /&gt;of along like of bright laughs—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is not too late to change my life!”&lt;br /&gt;It is change. Me, who felt short-changed.&lt;br /&gt;Because of you I no longer hate my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you I buy new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Because of you I’m a warrior of joy.&lt;br /&gt;Because of you and me. Drop by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this Saturday morning and discover me&lt;br /&gt;fiercely pulling weeds gladly, dedicated&lt;br /&gt;as a born-again gardener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop by on Sunday—I’ll Turtlewax&lt;br /&gt;your sky-blue sports car, no sweat. I’ll greet&lt;br /&gt;enemies with a handshake, forgive debtors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a papal largesse. It’s all because&lt;br /&gt;of you. Because of you and me,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve become one changed man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong style="color: purple;"&gt;*This poem is beautiful…we never know the impact we have on  someone and this conveys his sheer joy over them being together. It made  him change his every day dealings…he’s so in love he doesn’t even act  the same anymore. Every task is done with vigor and joy! This  wonderfully made my day. I hope you enjoy!*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-6762449073390621625?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/6762449073390621625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/changed-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/6762449073390621625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/6762449073390621625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/changed-man.html' title='The Changed Man'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-5640720310326973698</id><published>2010-07-15T21:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T21:44:25.349-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crushes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='see'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when'/><title type='text'>When I See You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="360" width="580"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R8iqEfje7Aw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R8iqEfje7Aw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love feeling this way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-5640720310326973698?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/5640720310326973698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-i-see-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/5640720310326973698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/5640720310326973698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-i-see-you.html' title='When I See You'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-8678797992752666286</id><published>2010-07-15T21:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T21:52:05.141-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>A New Day 6/2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-4EP3FesI/AAAAAAAAAEY/r88z4f96lZg/s1600/flower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-4EP3FesI/AAAAAAAAAEY/r88z4f96lZg/s320/flower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How amazing is our God? That is, of course, a rhetorical  question. We do not have the mental capacity to envision His greatness. I  am so grateful for Him allowing me to wake up this morning. Recently,  two people who were close to family and friends of mine passed away,  within a week of each other. We are so mortal yet we have an immortal  mindset. Not that we believe we will live forever but we really don’t  think about death until it’s at our doorsteps. I’m not suggesting that  we dwell on the fact that we could be gone at any moment. I just suggest  we live life a little more purposeful. Be a blessing to someone. Make a  mark, you’re mark, on this world. A small act of kindness, a smile, a  hug, reaching out just to say “Hello, I was thinking of you,” can mean  so much to a person. You never know what someone is going through. It’s  so easy to harden your heart…this world can be so cold…but if you do -  how can you experience all that life has to offer? Don’t close yourself  off. We only live once. Make the most of it and enjoy this new day&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-8678797992752666286?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/8678797992752666286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/8678797992752666286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/8678797992752666286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-day.html' title='A New Day 6/2010'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-4EP3FesI/AAAAAAAAAEY/r88z4f96lZg/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947932586074627601.post-7721908815811863493</id><published>2010-07-15T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T21:37:03.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-25zF7wDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nipg1GuafQo/s1600/silver2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-25zF7wDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nipg1GuafQo/s320/silver2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m multifaceted. I’m everything  and nothing all at once. I’m a  dreamer. A lover of people. A romantic.  Forever the optimist; my glass  is always half full. I’m a girl and a  woman. A sister and a mother. A  friend. A confidant. What I am is not so  simple and just as easily,  simplicity itself. I’m a student and a  teacher. I’m a thinker and a  learner. I desire nothing of this world.  I’m Christian. I’m a believer.  It’s hard to be a Christian. There are so  many worldly temptations and  the Devil is always frolicking around.  Sometimes I get lost. I’m  always led back to God though. His Spirit is  in me and I cannot run  from him. He always finds me. I love that He’s so  persistent! If you  don’t have a personal relationship with God you  should get one. He’s  greater than any lover, more faithful than all your  friends, and always  by your side NO MATTER WHAT! Is that unconditional  love, or what? My  favorite color is pink. My favorite flowers are  lilies. I see so much  beauty in what you would call mundane. I laugh…A  LOT! I’m easy to  please. I sometimes go out of my way to please others.  I hate to  disappoint. I love to love. It’s become a hobby of mine. I  feel I can’t  live without love that will make me blindingly dizzy,  euphoric,  light-headed, lose my breath, giddy, my heart race, and every  other  physical reaction that love is suppose to induce. The kind of  reactions  I get when I’m in the presence of the Lord. I’m pretty smart.   Intelligent. Honor Roll. Dean’s List. Honor Society Vice President (GO   PHI THETA KAPPA!!). Graduated with Honors. I am a Social Worker, by heart and profession. I want to be a school Social Worker. Summers off :-) I’m open to   new experiences. If you’ve read this long you are truly a friend :-) Or   just bored. Or you really are interested in getting to know me. I feel   sorry for the state that our world is in. I want to adopt one of those   kids in the infomercials that are hungry and with my 15 cents a day can   eat. I take on problems that I can’t solve on my own. Like Global   Warming. World Hunger. Peace in the Middle East. Etc. I’m a person. A   human being. I’m me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947932586074627601-7721908815811863493?l=aishapicott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/feeds/7721908815811863493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/7721908815811863493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947932586074627601/posts/default/7721908815811863493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aishapicott.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-me.html' title='Just Me'/><author><name>Aisha Antoinette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09977730196682763102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-1CWD04NI/AAAAAAAAADw/qS66gc49vmI/S220/twittericon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBh9GUG4OlA/TD-25zF7wDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nipg1GuafQo/s72-c/silver2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
