<?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-8423603303403847135</id><updated>2012-02-09T18:38:13.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>North Dallas Homegirl</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my little piece of the Blogosphere. During your visits to my blog you will see postings sometimes about music, from reviews to blabbing about my favorite bands. And I will also talk about random stuff happening in my life. Since I am currently living at home, I&amp;#39;m North Dallas Homegirl &amp;amp; weblogista (HaHa. I&amp;#39;ve been cracking myself up for 4 and a half years). The image of the heart is because I like to learn about the heart.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>255</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-1370794353354085783</id><published>2012-02-09T18:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T18:38:13.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's The Difference Between a Pit Bull and a Soccer Mom?  Don't Know. Neither Does Sarah Palin.  And, Should You Wear Sweatpants To Class?</title><content type='html'>Hi:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The above title was simply to introduce that I am going to talk about lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was putting on lipstick &lt;br /&gt;recently.  &lt;br /&gt;(The woman here looks confused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUIf9tkXUAQ/TzRln9iREVI/AAAAAAAAAPo/S6n9MCe1yCI/s1600/Liipstick.%2B2-9-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" width="114" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUIf9tkXUAQ/TzRln9iREVI/AAAAAAAAAPo/S6n9MCe1yCI/s400/Liipstick.%2B2-9-12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just like me!)&lt;br /&gt;I realized for about the one hundredth time that it takes great skill and practice to do it well, and to make it look really good.&lt;br /&gt;As inane as it sounds, I admire women who are really good at this. I think I need to go to a &lt;br /&gt;Lipstick Workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your "Fashion Police" Comments: &lt;br /&gt;I have seen: a lot of tight jeans with small "bootie" boots, flip flops, and sweatpants that people are trying to make look stylish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of these observations were made at &lt;b&gt;Richland College &lt;/b&gt;in Dallas, so obviously I am not being very expansive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my verdict: Yes on the tight jeans with "boots," although it is not very creative. &lt;br /&gt;No on the flip flops. (There is no point to them right now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did view two people in my class yesterday wearing sweatpants. &lt;br /&gt;I used to wear &lt;b&gt;sweatpants&lt;/b&gt; during my first time in college, however that was way back when. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt; on the sweatpants! I do not care if you are a student. Poor baby.  &lt;br /&gt;They look unappealing. They are one rung above pajama pants. Which I have also seen. I say, No, No, No! With all of my observant heart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the new &lt;b&gt;Madonna&lt;/b&gt; song. &lt;br /&gt;It is called Give Me All Your Luvin', and includes Nikki Manaj and MIA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv, Peace and Soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;(North Dallas Homegirl)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-1370794353354085783?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1370794353354085783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=1370794353354085783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/1370794353354085783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/1370794353354085783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2012/02/whats-difference-between-pit-bull-and.html' title='What&apos;s The Difference Between a Pit Bull and a Soccer Mom?  Don&apos;t Know. Neither Does Sarah Palin.  And, Should You Wear Sweatpants To Class?'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUIf9tkXUAQ/TzRln9iREVI/AAAAAAAAAPo/S6n9MCe1yCI/s72-c/Liipstick.%2B2-9-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-2933464691916794272</id><published>2012-02-04T15:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T15:56:02.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's The Deal: Chrissy and Janet Made Up. And, Get You Some Mon Julien</title><content type='html'>Gentle Readers: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the Deal: I am going to write the blog in blasts of exciting expertise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may read it all in an engaged, focused manner, or &lt;b&gt;skip&lt;/b&gt; to the part that you like the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I was filling out an application for a local restaurant, which shall remain nameless. &lt;br /&gt;At the top of the application, it stated, "This is a very important document. Please take great care when filling it out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;There are many instructions, and questions, on job applications for large and small jobs, which make me say, &lt;br /&gt;"Duh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the reason you got out of bed. &lt;br /&gt;Chrissy&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dn4DGdA8VAc/Ty2jdgiBFFI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/j--m4geg_wI/s1600/Blog.%2BSuz%2B2-4-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="159" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dn4DGdA8VAc/Ty2jdgiBFFI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/j--m4geg_wI/s200/Blog.%2BSuz%2B2-4-12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FN0Y3jt8bSM/Ty2jodt2jYI/AAAAAAAAAPc/66DqyAD_Bjc/s1600/Blog%2BJoyce%2B2-4-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="199" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FN0Y3jt8bSM/Ty2jodt2jYI/AAAAAAAAAPc/66DqyAD_Bjc/s200/Blog%2BJoyce%2B2-4-12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Janet&lt;a href="http://theclicker.today.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2012/02/03/10312705-twos-company-joyce-dewitt-suzanne-somers-reunite"&gt;have made up&lt;/a&gt;. (The web site I have posted, from The Clicker on The Today Show, has a bunch of garbage at the top... just pay attention to the story).&lt;br /&gt;After about 30 years of not speaking, the two "actresses" got together again on Suzanne Somers' "web series." This is directly unrelated to anything happening in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another item. &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/entertainment/2012/02/don-cornelius-suicide-reveals-troubled-life-of-soul-train-founder/"&gt;Don Cornelius&lt;/a&gt;, host and producer for many years of Soul Train, committed suicide earlier this week, at age 75. The link is slightly better than other ones I found. It is from ABC News.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the many recent views that the post "&lt;a href="http://www.northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html"&gt;A Classic Post&lt;/a&gt;" (Sept. 28, 2011) has gotten, I have added a new musical link to the news reel on the right side of the blog ("Stay Informed On The Hot Topic Of The Day"). Mon Julien is composed of two former members of Black Tie Dynasty, one of the groups I blogged about in "A Classic Post."  A Classic Post was actually my very first blog. &lt;br /&gt;Also:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qAjkReBBu9g/Ty2hbzZp0bI/AAAAAAAAAPE/HIQfnHFk200/s1600/Blog%2B%2B1-31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" width="176" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qAjkReBBu9g/Ty2hbzZp0bI/AAAAAAAAAPE/HIQfnHFk200/s400/Blog%2B%2B1-31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is the Dixie Chicks album I mentioned in my last blog. &lt;br /&gt;I am still heavily listening to 'Truth No. 2.'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye! and Happy Heart Month. See image, above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice &lt;br /&gt;(north dallas! homegirl)  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-2933464691916794272?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2933464691916794272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=2933464691916794272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/2933464691916794272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/2933464691916794272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2012/02/heres-deal-chrissy-and-janet-made-up.html' title='Here&apos;s The Deal: Chrissy and Janet Made Up. And, Get You Some Mon Julien'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dn4DGdA8VAc/Ty2jdgiBFFI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/j--m4geg_wI/s72-c/Blog.%2BSuz%2B2-4-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-6936878063286506089</id><published>2012-01-31T15:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T15:32:26.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Suma Luma Looma Luma Luma Luma Seema Luma"</title><content type='html'>Hi, &lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted due to many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very tired of Drama Queens. More to the point, drama seems to come and go.  &lt;br /&gt;But, it is time for its recrudescence.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An &lt;strong&gt;Entirely New&lt;/strong&gt; topic: &lt;br /&gt;Apparently many people have trouble with the name Alice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentle readers, it does not greatly annoy me... but it does somewhat. &lt;br /&gt;At various times in my life, I have been called: &lt;br /&gt;Allison&lt;br /&gt;Dallas&lt;br /&gt;April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, just yesterday... Alexis.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have been called other names, which bear no resemblance to Alice.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here's a "helpful" hint:  Remember &lt;strong&gt;famous people &lt;/strong&gt;named Alice.&lt;br /&gt;Here are three:&lt;br /&gt;Alice in Chains&lt;br /&gt;Alice Cooper &lt;br /&gt;Alice Walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I will just say that. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Keeping with the old school rap theme, here is Supersonic, by the group JJ Fad. You many think I am addicted to old school rap... which I am not. &lt;br /&gt;However, I did listen to this song over and over, in sixth grade, which is why I am posting it. &lt;br /&gt;Today on You Tube, a user named "goldensloth7" posted the comment: Holy Crap, this is awesome. Apparently he or she has just discovered JJ Fad.            &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/J3nPLoODtGU?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been listening to: The album Home from the Dixie Chicks. It is from 2002. I especially like the song, "Truth No. 2." I like it because it contains the lyric, "You don't like the sound of the truth, coming from my MOUTH." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like the song, "Tortured, Tangled Hearts."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, &lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Simply, NDH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sponsored by highlighters*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-6936878063286506089?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6936878063286506089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=6936878063286506089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/6936878063286506089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/6936878063286506089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/suma-luma-looma-luma-luma-luma-seema.html' title='&quot;Suma Luma Looma Luma Luma Luma Seema Luma&quot;'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/J3nPLoODtGU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-3879031186242213233</id><published>2012-01-17T14:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T14:52:10.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Demographic of This Restaurant is The Morbidly Obese and Children."  And A Video.</title><content type='html'>Hello: &lt;br /&gt;   Last week, I was visiting &lt;a href="http://www.cicispizza.com/_template.php#Scene_1"&gt;CiCi's Pizza&lt;/a&gt; with my cousin, Rafael. It was the Cici's Pizza on I-635 and Audelia Road. It is a restaurant tucked into an ugly shopping center. &lt;br /&gt;The eating experience was so-so.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;There were a few children running around us, as we were eating. There were a few chubby people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Rafael what he was thinking, to which he replied: "I was just thinking that the demographic of this restaurant is the morbidly obese, and children."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not argue with him.  It was true.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For no other reason than I was thinking of this song a couple of weeks ago, and I could not get it out of my head, here is a hit from, I believe, 1991. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Detroit (Uh Oh... Detroit AGAIN) rapper, named Eric Breed, has died since then. He also went by MC Breed.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is "Ain't No Future In Yo Frontin'" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Nj31LWPjFoc?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice "Guilt Free" reading of this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Alice &lt;br /&gt;(ndh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the song Breathe (2 a.m.) by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anna_Nalick"&gt;Anna Nalick &lt;/a&gt;about four days ago.  &lt;br /&gt;Since this lyric stuck in my head, I am posting it:&lt;br /&gt;"Life's Like an Hourglass, Glued To The Table." &lt;br /&gt;Life is like an hourglass, but no need to panic about it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Again, this blog is not meant to be politically correct. The point is that I write honestly, and I tell just the facts, ma'am.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-3879031186242213233?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3879031186242213233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=3879031186242213233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/3879031186242213233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/3879031186242213233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/demographic-of-this-restaurant-is.html' title='&quot;The Demographic of This Restaurant is The Morbidly Obese and Children.&quot;  And A Video.'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Nj31LWPjFoc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-6636786286279983548</id><published>2011-12-31T19:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T19:57:04.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year In Review:  2011</title><content type='html'>It's time for a year &lt;b&gt;in review&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things below have been selected for posting, for &lt;b&gt;No Other Reason&lt;/b&gt; than &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted people to see them again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(They were not the most popular posts from the blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were not the most controversial.) They are not even in the right order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the images did not come out on the second post.  &lt;br /&gt;We have our best people working on that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to look up the original blog post in the archives, you can! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are both from 2011... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy 1-1-12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here 'tis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Known to some as north dallas homegirl.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, November 20, 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's So Cold In The D. That's Detroit, Not Dallas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am keeping with the Detroit theme for this blog post. See my most recent post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Rafael, my cousin,(he has been mentioned in a previous blog... who hasn't been reading??????????) who alerted me to this video being on Beavis and Butthead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's So Cold In The D. By T Baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aktLRiWXfqg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While many have critiqued the poor dancing and rapping skills in the video (at least on You Tube), it is worth noting that T Baby is saying, "how the f*** are we supposed to KEEP PEACE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It indicates that she wants to start a dialogue about peace and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also ( I am being more serious ) if you watch the video, you will see that some friends or family members have died. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know who has died, but that makes the video disturbing and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And (now I am being less serious )the confusing part of the video is that: No one looks cold!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (too many exclamation marks) I thought it was SO COLD in the D???????????????????????????????? (Question mark overload).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unrelated News.&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to: a CD from my Human Disease and Pathophysiology textbook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is the &lt;br /&gt;next big hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, &lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, July 6, 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get Your Own Margarita &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special ONE TIME ONLY "what's wrong with me" post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a bunch of people cheating in my class, during a really big test, the other day (the same class where we once dissected a sheep brain). I do not know what they were thinking, but I have a feeling if I were to ask them about it, they would be super casual about it. &lt;br /&gt;At the time I was thinking: so much for all the studying I did. (I could have watched The Bachelorette !)&lt;br /&gt;During the writing of this I am feeling annoyed, but slightly confused.... maybe I am TOO ETHICAL ?? &lt;br /&gt;It leaves me feeling mad, and annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to post this for the fourth of July&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I did not... so, just enjoy one during fourth of July week. If you do not drink, enjoy a LEMONADE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See her:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(I am not going to tell you who she is. You have to figure it out. See: a recent post of mine, if you like) at the American Airlines Center July 12. The AAC is in Dallas, Tx. Starts at 7 p.m. (Britney will also be there). &lt;br /&gt;Also, there will be some people there that I have not heard of, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice &lt;br /&gt;n.d.h. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by alice at 7:58 PM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-6636786286279983548?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6636786286279983548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=6636786286279983548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/6636786286279983548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/6636786286279983548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/year-in-review-2011.html' title='The Year In Review:  2011'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aktLRiWXfqg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-2714797171449294545</id><published>2011-12-28T20:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T20:30:12.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In 'N Out: The Photostory. And, Middle Sister Wine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;( A &lt;b&gt;side note&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:  Thank you to Jay and D'ninae... hope I spelled your names right, for your contributions to the mailbag. :) I am doing fine. )   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, &lt;br /&gt;  I visited the In 'N Out burger, located at 7909 LBJ Freeway, at the intersection of Coit and LBJ in Dallas. Their number is (800) 786-1000. It was a Friday afternoon when I visited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing the blog because there was great Hoopla surrounding the openings of In 'N Outs in Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;My review, after which will follow the &lt;b&gt;Photostory&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was decent, the restaurant seemed clean and well taken care of, and the workers were friendly.&lt;br /&gt;I did think the girl who took our orders was overly perky, however, I think everyone is OVERLY PERKY these days. Don't know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name In 'N Out implies that you will literally be, "In And Out" of the restaurant! I was not "In And Out," however it was pretty fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was faster than Taco Bell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out, I counted at least 9 cars in the Drive-thru lane. Poor them, they were not going to be "In And Out."            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This customer looks a little like James Franco. Wow, he really likes that burger!&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rzYam2Pp89I/TvvI8U9T8mI/AAAAAAAAAN4/5MoYCOLzcyg/s1600/550.JPG" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rzYam2Pp89I/TvvI8U9T8mI/AAAAAAAAAN4/5MoYCOLzcyg/s400/550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cryptically repetitive palm trees.  Are all the palm trees red in California?????????????????&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eONCyKhU7TE/TvvL7DlvGvI/AAAAAAAAAOE/X2f3zC4clNE/s1600/548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eONCyKhU7TE/TvvL7DlvGvI/AAAAAAAAAOE/X2f3zC4clNE/s400/548.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mmmmm, that "quality" was delicious. May I have an order, with a side of onion rings????????????? (Question mark overkill)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Is4ilqG4208/TvvMsG1NNPI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Ch6g1wxfLzM/s1600/547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Is4ilqG4208/TvvMsG1NNPI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Ch6g1wxfLzM/s400/547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target story! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Target the other day... while walking with my cousin, 29 (he also likes to cruise the aisles of Target), I stumbled upon Middle Sister wine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ESKog4S6Io0/TvvCzkcIjoI/AAAAAAAAANs/m_EFtOOwR38/s1600/Middle%2BSister..jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" width="245" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ESKog4S6Io0/TvvCzkcIjoI/AAAAAAAAANs/m_EFtOOwR38/s320/Middle%2BSister..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was thinking: it took a clever, savvy wine girl to think of that name! I am not even sure if it is an excellent name. &lt;br /&gt;I am even less sure of whether or not it is a good wine. &lt;br /&gt;However, I am mentioning it anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I asked my cousin (he has been mentioned in previous blogs, Rafael) in the aisle: What about the Younger Sister?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which he replied, "The younger sister already gets enough attention."&lt;br /&gt;Haha. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;You can learn more about &lt;a href="http://www.middlesisterwines.com/"&gt;the wine and their history&lt;/a&gt;. It really was started by a middle sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel like I MUST say something, about music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song "5 O'Clock in the Morning," by T Pain, Lilly Allen, and somebody else who is unimportant, caught my attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up the &lt;a href="http://www.killerhiphop.com/t-pain-5-oclock-lyrics/"&gt;lyrics&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Lilly Allen... I was a big fan of her first album.  &lt;br /&gt;But, after you read the lyrics you will see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very depressing song.  Lilly is waiting in the bed all alone??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very disturbing.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;Stay perky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(north dallas homegirl)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-2714797171449294545?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2714797171449294545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=2714797171449294545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/2714797171449294545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/2714797171449294545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-n-out-photostory-and-middle-sister.html' title='In &apos;N Out: The Photostory. And, Middle Sister Wine.'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rzYam2Pp89I/TvvI8U9T8mI/AAAAAAAAAN4/5MoYCOLzcyg/s72-c/550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-5180852618991750477</id><published>2011-12-25T10:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T10:39:37.189-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuletide Greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Think of this as a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"virtual Christmas Card&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That long-lost friend who did not send you a card this year (how dare they forget???????????)... Just print out these words and write their name at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have my permission.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas. If you don't celebrate christmas, Happy Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go, and check out The Magnet Project (To the right, on this page.) Tell your family members and friends visiting today, about The Magnet Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;North Dallas Santa.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-5180852618991750477?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5180852618991750477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=5180852618991750477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/5180852618991750477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/5180852618991750477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/yuletide-greetings.html' title='Yuletide Greetings'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-6981319039297147453</id><published>2011-12-22T22:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T23:55:48.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are The Holidays Stressing You Out? Don't Burst My Bell (Jingle Bell That Is)</title><content type='html'>hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving &lt;br /&gt;earlier today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a light, it took me longer to go when the light turned green, than some of the other cars. Instead of what would have happened had I used my: Ninja like reflexes, it took me two seconds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that could happen,&lt;br /&gt;The driver of the car behind me, which was a sickly beige:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JNAJEda7ytQ/TvQSEnIHkAI/AAAAAAAAANg/CrzeUkUaeEg/s1600/image%2B%2BBLOG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" width="271" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JNAJEda7ytQ/TvQSEnIHkAI/AAAAAAAAANg/CrzeUkUaeEg/s400/image%2B%2BBLOG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honked her horn... &lt;br /&gt;Not just honked, more like annoyingly blared on her horn with a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bah-humbug&lt;/b&gt; threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on the service drive of Interstate 635. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN conclusion... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask everyone, are the Holidays Stressing You Out???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are, or even if you are finding yourself with a lot of holiday-stressed people around you... just do what I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignote the grouchiness. Yes, &lt;b&gt;IGNORE. IGNORE&lt;/b&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I would not advocate this type of behavior, which is shockingly similar to the "Ignorance Is Bliss" thought process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, now... It works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distract yourself with "other" things... think about what YOU are trying to complete that day... but, by all means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IGNORE. Ignorance is Bliss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if you are stressed out because you did not purchase the last remaining "G.I. Joe" doll, or because... &lt;b&gt;Santa&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; thinks you're naughty, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one, except your mom, and possibly your "Bff", wants to hear it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  (Too many naughty exclamation marks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: a CD that I found (it contains various hits ...) that I made in 2003.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitey nite...&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;b&gt;north dallas homegirl&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-6981319039297147453?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6981319039297147453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=6981319039297147453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/6981319039297147453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/6981319039297147453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/are-holidays-stressing-you-out-dont.html' title='Are The Holidays Stressing You Out? Don&apos;t Burst My Bell (Jingle Bell That Is)'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JNAJEda7ytQ/TvQSEnIHkAI/AAAAAAAAANg/CrzeUkUaeEg/s72-c/image%2B%2BBLOG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-5526338046905085760</id><published>2011-12-18T14:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T14:10:33.987-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jingle Bells...</title><content type='html'>Jingle Bells... Jingle Bells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh...&lt;br /&gt; You caught me singing!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I am not very Christmas-y...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy the image above. It is from Google Images. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give Love. Peace. Hope. And Luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alice &lt;br /&gt;north dallas ho-ho-ho! homegirl&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Whatever that means.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-5526338046905085760?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5526338046905085760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=5526338046905085760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/5526338046905085760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/5526338046905085760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/jingle-bells.html' title='Jingle Bells...'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-875527136560504928</id><published>2011-12-09T17:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T17:21:19.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Did Video Really Kill The Radio Star ?</title><content type='html'>Here is a video I thought you would enjoy (it has all kinds of advice &amp; the song is "spoken" by actor Baz Luhrmann. It was posted on You Tube on June 9, 2010):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/g5QgT3vgIOA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned about the song because it was on my friend &lt;a href="http://gloriamarie.com/"&gt;Gloria's&lt;/a&gt; blog. Also, her blog is very interesting so please look it up.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few posts back, I posted a link to a web site that helps women "Reboot" their lives.  &lt;br /&gt;I realized I did not share how I want to "Reboot" my life. So here it is. I would like to REBOOT, by:&lt;br /&gt;1.) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Studying&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I want to re-prioritize until I have time to devote to studying... and more studying. &lt;br /&gt;2.) Friends. I want to ensure I am making time for my friends when they need it. And also, making new ones.   &lt;br /&gt;The original site for "Rebooting Your Life" seems to have been taken down. (???) The site was started by Heather Catania. However, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/RESET/228313433878238?sk=wall"&gt;here is the link to the facebook page&lt;/a&gt;. Check out the "Info" section for the helpful scoop on what she does.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thank you to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jacob R. Smilovitz&lt;/span&gt;, a University of Michigan student... I often receive requests for money from the University of Michigan. The only reason I read this one is because it discussed The Michigan Daily, which is the student newspaper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Michigan Daily and the University of Michigan are asking for money to help fund the work study program. It is a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;valid&lt;/span&gt; cause, and, I did not even know this existed when I was working at the Daily (1995-1997)!  &lt;br /&gt;However... &lt;br /&gt;since my plan to become a competitively paid journalist did not exactly come to fruition, I am donating 0.00 to help fund the work study program. Jacob Reed Smilovitz, please take me off your mailing list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to&lt;/span&gt;: CD from Human Disease and Pathophysiology textbook. However, now I am on chapter 13 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;north dallas homegirl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-875527136560504928?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/875527136560504928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=875527136560504928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/875527136560504928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/875527136560504928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/did-video-really-kill-radio-star.html' title='Did Video Really Kill The Radio Star ?'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/g5QgT3vgIOA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-817763226557177872</id><published>2011-12-04T06:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T06:00:01.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Me If You Can Gentle Reader</title><content type='html'>I will be running the half...13.1 miles...of the &lt;a href="http://www.runtherock.com/"&gt;Dallas White Rock Marathon&lt;/a&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours in Crazy Runnerland, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;north dallas homegirl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-817763226557177872?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/817763226557177872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=817763226557177872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/817763226557177872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/817763226557177872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/catch-me-if-you-can-gentle-reader.html' title='Catch Me If You Can Gentle Reader'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-2664936633537501324</id><published>2011-12-01T19:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T20:29:58.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Have A Suggestion, Leave It In My Box</title><content type='html'>If &lt;br /&gt;you have a suggestion...&lt;br /&gt;please leave it in my &lt;br /&gt;"Employee Suggestion Box." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hearing chatter... I will not divulge my source or sources...&lt;br /&gt;about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Whitest_Boy_Alive"&gt;this can't miss band&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N9eH1Sy6jP8/Ttgyh0I17vI/AAAAAAAAANA/Y-ylDglVVVY/s1600/W.B..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N9eH1Sy6jP8/Ttgyh0I17vI/AAAAAAAAANA/Y-ylDglVVVY/s400/W.B..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681346486440685298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you seek them out?? Or, give them a try on your &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Clock Radio&lt;/span&gt; (Is this a fading item?)?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly! &lt;br /&gt;Alice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;north dallas homegirl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-2664936633537501324?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2664936633537501324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=2664936633537501324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/2664936633537501324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/2664936633537501324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-you-have-suggestion.html' title='If You Have A Suggestion, Leave It In My Box'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N9eH1Sy6jP8/Ttgyh0I17vI/AAAAAAAAANA/Y-ylDglVVVY/s72-c/W.B..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-3778932447724770030</id><published>2011-11-26T23:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T23:24:06.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stone Roses Are Here to Invade</title><content type='html'>It is my second attempt at posting this. &lt;br /&gt;Here is the video for "I am The Resurrection" by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Stone_Roses"&gt;The Stone Roses&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2BfnXX7EvhM?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know about them until Rafael, my cousin, enlightened me.  I must be out of the loop.  AGAIN!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are a band from Manchester, England, and popular in the early 90s, I think.   The main singer has a cool voice, which gives me shivers! Pretty exciting, I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go shopping... May The Force Be With You.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End  &lt;br /&gt;Alice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n.d.h.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-3778932447724770030?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3778932447724770030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=3778932447724770030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/3778932447724770030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/3778932447724770030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/stone-roses-are-here-to-invade.html' title='The Stone Roses Are Here to Invade'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2BfnXX7EvhM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-1425278184843393095</id><published>2011-11-26T22:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T23:00:04.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Think Of A Title Yourself. And Here Are The Stone Roses</title><content type='html'>I will do more. However, here is a video of The Stone Roses  (See next post). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my cousin Rafael, 29,--he has all the hot news-- told me that Insane Clown Posse has changed their style and is trying to be "family friendly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking, when did that happen??????????????????? (question mark barrage). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-1425278184843393095?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1425278184843393095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=1425278184843393095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/1425278184843393095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/1425278184843393095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-think-of-title-yourself-and-here.html' title='Just Think Of A Title Yourself. And Here Are The Stone Roses'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-8860216203801023770</id><published>2011-11-20T00:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T00:33:46.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's So Cold In The D. That's Detroit, Not Dallas.</title><content type='html'>I am keeping with the Detroit theme for this blog post.  See my most recent post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Rafael, my cousin,(he has been mentioned in a previous blog... who hasn't been reading??????????) who alerted me to this video being on Beavis and Butthead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's So Cold In The D.  By T-Baby.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aktLRiWXfqg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While many have &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;critiqued&lt;/span&gt; the poor dancing and rapping skills in the video (at least on You Tube), it is worth noting that T Baby is saying, "how the f*** are we supposed to KEEP PEACE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It indicates that she wants to start a dialogue about peace and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also ( I am being more serious ) if you watch the video, you will see that some friends or family members have died. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know who has died, but that makes the video disturbing and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And (now I am being less serious )the confusing part of the video is that: No one looks cold!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  (too many exclamation marks) I thought it was SO COLD in the D????????????????????????????????  (question mark overload).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Unrelated News&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to: a CD from my Human Disease and Pathophysiology textbook.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is the &lt;br /&gt;next big hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, &lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(north dallas homegirl)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-8860216203801023770?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8860216203801023770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=8860216203801023770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/8860216203801023770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/8860216203801023770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-so-cold-in-d-thats-detroit-not.html' title='It&apos;s So Cold In The D. That&apos;s Detroit, Not Dallas.'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aktLRiWXfqg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-7399742068715838911</id><published>2011-11-16T16:40:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T17:01:48.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Would Have To Be Silly To Dis Detroit</title><content type='html'>Despite the fact that I am North Dallas homegirl, I hail from Detroit, Michigan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Don't Dis Detroit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;  Sadly:  Former Detroit mayor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W3gmZV8sSHc/TsQ-QPhFb8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/m40NIksDN1o/s1600/Kwame..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W3gmZV8sSHc/TsQ-QPhFb8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/m40NIksDN1o/s400/Kwame..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675729879157796802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwame Kilpatrick has bought a home in Grand Prairie, Texas, which, according to the Dallas Morning News, is setting him back $309,950.00. &lt;br /&gt;Since he is supposed to be currently paying back the city of Detroit... which needs all the help it can get... he is definitely living above his means.&lt;br /&gt;I would have harsher words for Kwame, but I believe he is punished enough by the city he is now living in.  Enjoy the lifeless Grand Prairie, Kwame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Kwame, how did you find a house for $309,950.00???????? In Grand Prairie??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to help Detroit, go to a &lt;a href="http://mightydetroit.com/"&gt;beautiful web site&lt;/a&gt; and purchase a T shirt.  It was started by University of Michigan alums. Yay, go blue and Go "Mighty" Detroit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Help the Homeless" Run was held Saturday Nov. 12 in Dallas... &lt;br /&gt;My, my, my.  There was not a huge turnout this year. I am wondering what kept people in their cozy homes and away from being a part of this event?????????????????????????????  (Too many question marks).    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End. &lt;br /&gt;Please click on The Magnet Project ... the link is on the right-hand column.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;(ndh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-7399742068715838911?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7399742068715838911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=7399742068715838911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/7399742068715838911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/7399742068715838911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-would-have-to-be-silly-to-dis.html' title='You Would Have To Be Silly To Dis Detroit'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W3gmZV8sSHc/TsQ-QPhFb8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/m40NIksDN1o/s72-c/Kwame..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-931062526008983725</id><published>2011-11-07T15:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T16:42:02.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gasp. I Like a Kelly Clarkson Song. And, Is That A Grande Or Venti ?</title><content type='html'>Howdy, fine readers and GENTLE readers: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to my disbelief, I really like a &lt;a href="http://www.songlyrics.com/kelly-clarkson/mr-know-it-all-lyrics/"&gt;Kelly Clarkson &lt;/a&gt;song. I am waiting for the alarm to subside.&lt;br /&gt;As I just &lt;br /&gt;discovered, &lt;br /&gt;it is called Mr. Know It All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help emitting a subtle "Yeah! YOU GO GIRL," When she states, "That's Why I'm Leaving You Lonely, Lonely."  &lt;br /&gt;THEN I say, "Yeah! SING IT, KELLY!!" until whoever is &lt;em&gt;around&lt;/em&gt; me stops staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I Am Becoming Anti Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited a &lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.com/"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/a&gt; store today. &lt;br /&gt;I have not been there in a while... (In fact, Starbucks is not what it was in its heyday of 1997 or 1998.)  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-snAqfCrHkh4/TrhbDnnR2cI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/T_ZrXhpEETA/s1600/Polaroid.Icicle.2.4.11%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-snAqfCrHkh4/TrhbDnnR2cI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/T_ZrXhpEETA/s400/Polaroid.Icicle.2.4.11%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672383848404605378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ha ha. The picture is not really from Starbucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid $4.60 for a medium drink. Pretty high for a silly little "iced coffee." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will just address the store directly. Starbucks: you seem to be the last "refuge" for people who want desperately to look cool &lt;em&gt;while on a laptop&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a bunch of people were chatting in separate intimate conversations.  &lt;br /&gt;I could not tell if they were ACTUALLY doing something important, or if they each were lucky enough to have the glow of looking cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I zig zagged through the outdoor tables, not making eye contact on purpose (I wasn't one of them!), I found myself thinking, "am I now Anti Starbucks?"  I am not sure.&lt;br /&gt;But, at least I know how to say "grande" and "venti." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay has a new album. Please buy, or expect future reprimands.  &lt;br /&gt;Goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or, north dallas homegirl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-931062526008983725?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/931062526008983725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=931062526008983725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/931062526008983725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/931062526008983725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/gasp-i-like-kelly-clarkson-song-and-is.html' title='Gasp. I Like a Kelly Clarkson Song. And, Is That A Grande Or Venti ?'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-snAqfCrHkh4/TrhbDnnR2cI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/T_ZrXhpEETA/s72-c/Polaroid.Icicle.2.4.11%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-844191191922560166</id><published>2011-11-02T12:27:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T16:29:17.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poor Face,  And God Bless Jessica Simpson's Poor Child</title><content type='html'>It's Wednesday, and that mean's it's time for some wildly unimportant news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jessica_Simpson"&gt;Jessica Simpson&lt;/a&gt; is pregnant.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless that poor child.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1. Am I Too Culturally Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;The following is not meant to offend anyone. But, as usual, I tell it like it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped at a nail salon today. My intention was to mostly get EYEBROWS waxed. The salon is called "Envy."  It is on Preston Road in lovely Dallas. &lt;br /&gt;"Tina" did the waxing, if you can call it that.  She had a strong accent and not a firm grasp of the English language.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did I get the eyebrows and one other area that I wanted waxed... Tina poured wax on the lower half of my face... places where I do not even have hair.. she created a thick wall of wax, like an unnecessary TORTUROUS mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having a small conversation (am I married? No) and for some reason I was afraid of offending her, or maybe of being a self-righteous english speaker. If not, I would have sat up on the uncomfortable waxing table, pointed at my face, and said "NO! Don't Wax Here!" (Followed by me pointing). &lt;br /&gt;"WAX HERE!" (Please visualize me pointing again).  Maybe that would have made a better blog post !!&lt;br /&gt;Darn my cultural sensitivity.      &lt;br /&gt;  Also: during my trip to the nail salon, I overheard a woman... possibly in her late 30s, I am being generous,  and with very big hair... speaking about a guy she met online who ended up blowing her off. Apparently they "went on a couple dates" then they "texted" and then all of a sudden he was nowhere to be found. According to the Big-Haired Blabber, she texted him on Friday, then on the following Sunday, he wrote or contacted her and said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got my phone wet on Friday.  I am just going through all of the messages now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the annoying big hair, I found myself being mildly (and I emphasize "mildly") sympathetic.  Why is this such common behavior for some men?  Do guys have a disturbing handbook called &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Art Of The Perfect Blowoff&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to the point, WHO GETS THEIR PHONE WET ?&lt;br /&gt;  Well the above was a true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this blog by &lt;a href="http://stephanieklein.com/2008/08/choosing-a-ring/"&gt;Stephanie Klein. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, Young Readers... her blog was the first inspiration for me to start blogging.  &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay loose. Stay Hungry and Stay Foolish, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice &lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n.d.h.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-844191191922560166?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/844191191922560166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=844191191922560166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/844191191922560166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/844191191922560166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-poor-face-and-god-bless-jessica.html' title='My Poor Face,  And God Bless Jessica Simpson&apos;s Poor Child'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-5671457396198457709</id><published>2011-10-26T15:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T16:09:15.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the other day</title><content type='html'>Just the other day. &lt;br /&gt;My cousin, Rafael, age 29, a fan of the blog, said something interesting and blog-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Can you spontaneously rap?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pondered for a minute, then said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, &lt;strong&gt;Not really&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where the "not really" came from.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I cannot spontaneously rap AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I viewed a movie recently, called Margin Call.&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1615147/"&gt;See this movie&lt;/a&gt;. The movie shows how a large Wall St. firm falls to its grave.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;br /&gt;Summary: I like movies that encourage you to think. If actor Paul Bettany isn't enough... just go see the movie because you will have something new to think about.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;(and please please check out &lt;strong&gt;THE MAGNET PROJECT &lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ndh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sponsored by Q Tips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-5671457396198457709?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5671457396198457709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=5671457396198457709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/5671457396198457709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/5671457396198457709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-other-day.html' title='Just the other day'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-5856535235295002310</id><published>2011-10-17T19:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T20:03:36.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reboot? Start Over? Go Ahead. What You Need Is An Intervention Girl</title><content type='html'>--Preface--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This link is good for rejuvenating your life ( I have not figured out all it's uses yet, however, I know that women have many reasons for wanting to REBOOT their lives... therefore I am sharing.  REBOOT Away.)  &lt;a href="http://resetlife.tv/"&gt;Kick Ass Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.. may you worship Kim Kardashian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NO, please don't.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ndh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-5856535235295002310?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5856535235295002310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=5856535235295002310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/5856535235295002310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/5856535235295002310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/reboot-start-over-go-ahead-what-you.html' title='Reboot? Start Over? Go Ahead. What You Need Is An Intervention Girl'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-5129545714229719004</id><published>2011-10-15T17:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T17:49:57.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From "Reality Show" To Reality Blog.</title><content type='html'>As a self sacrificing gesture to the readers of the blog, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended the Casting Call for The Real World, season 27 in Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News 2 You:  The blog is really a Reality Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of that... I am posting a picture from the Casting Call today at a local "Hooters."  I secretly and sleuthfully took this picture :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GacR0JafMyo/TpoKLkYNMRI/AAAAAAAAALw/9bNJ9nrHTFU/s1600/REAL%2BWORLD%2B%2B10-15-11%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GacR0JafMyo/TpoKLkYNMRI/AAAAAAAAALw/9bNJ9nrHTFU/s400/REAL%2BWORLD%2B%2B10-15-11%2B006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663850675231863058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture was skillfully taken about 10:30 a.m. The girl in the blue dress told me, "I'm not doing this!!!!!!!!!! I just came with a friend." &lt;br /&gt;It is totally fine, to NOT try out for the Real World ... as I said, I did it as an experiment for the blog ... but why was she wearing that dress?&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant was not even open. &lt;br /&gt;She could not even get some wings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fun photo...&lt;br /&gt;At the Guadalajara, Mexico, airport:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wAhcZcNLlwM/TpoMMo1HtgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/YqwXDRBgP6U/s1600/Guadalajara.%2BSkating%2BRink.%2B%2B10.12.11%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wAhcZcNLlwM/TpoMMo1HtgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/YqwXDRBgP6U/s400/Guadalajara.%2BSkating%2BRink.%2B%2B10.12.11%2B011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663852892630005250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; your choices to eat are the Very American ... California Pizza Kitchen, and next to it, Johnny Rocket's. &lt;br /&gt;Something does not compute.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly, if you read this blog, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Also, more to come...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ndh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-5129545714229719004?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5129545714229719004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=5129545714229719004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/5129545714229719004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/5129545714229719004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/from-reality-show-to-reality-blog.html' title='From &quot;Reality Show&quot; To Reality Blog.'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GacR0JafMyo/TpoKLkYNMRI/AAAAAAAAALw/9bNJ9nrHTFU/s72-c/REAL%2BWORLD%2B%2B10-15-11%2B006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-1232760218036508712</id><published>2011-10-12T23:38:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T01:30:02.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Series Of Sentences, Which Will Allow You To Have A Fretful Amount Of: Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My preface is please do not forget &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;to go to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Magnet-Project/95213848814"&gt;The Magnet Project&lt;/a&gt;. It is my 'other' page, which raises awareness about homelessness.  &lt;br /&gt;It is also located on the right hand column of the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Thrilling Update from the file, My Traveling News: I recently traveled to Mexico and as such, was required to pass through security at the Dallas airport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there, I was required to pass through the Explosive Detecting Booth (My words, not the &lt;a href="http://www.tsa.gov/index.shtm"&gt;Transportation Security Administration's&lt;/a&gt;)... which looks both scary and disconcerting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stood awkwardly in the contraption, a jovial T.S.A. agent, who was in his 30s, instructed me to: "Put your hands up like a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7mMgxeKIlXg/TpZ7lXAAYHI/AAAAAAAAALM/GNtRGDcB3jM/s1600/Blog.%2B10-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7mMgxeKIlXg/TpZ7lXAAYHI/AAAAAAAAALM/GNtRGDcB3jM/s400/Blog.%2B10-12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662849463224393842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;ballerina." &lt;br /&gt;It just made me feel more awkward. I am wondering if it is the T.S.A. agent's favorite line, and if he uses it 700 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... I visited a restaurant in Guadalajara, Mexico. I was in a large group. We had an over-attentive waiter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LpjvEZFPfa8/TpZ-ruLYbII/AAAAAAAAALY/3FlbFJgzZMk/s1600/Guadalajara.%2BSkating%2BRink.%2B%2B10.12.11%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LpjvEZFPfa8/TpZ-ruLYbII/AAAAAAAAALY/3FlbFJgzZMk/s400/Guadalajara.%2BSkating%2BRink.%2B%2B10.12.11%2B009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662852871060221058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Abraham. Due to his waiter-ing skills, he even took away a couple of items that I STILL NEEDED. &lt;br /&gt;However, he let me take his picture... and laughed when I said I would not post the picture on facebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally... last Saturday (the 8th) was the big University of Texas / University of Oklahoma football game. As evidence, witness the skating rink at the Galleria mall in Dallas : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ExBW07OMqw4/TpaBAlw0vPI/AAAAAAAAALk/_sN8kQnSgXw/s1600/Guadalajara.%2BSkating%2BRink.%2B%2B10.12.11%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ExBW07OMqw4/TpaBAlw0vPI/AAAAAAAAALk/_sN8kQnSgXw/s400/Guadalajara.%2BSkating%2BRink.%2B%2B10.12.11%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662855428601855218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Kids, skate over the team you hate the most!!!! Don't skate over the other team.&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Every year I go through the &lt;em&gt;same&lt;/em&gt; thing. Should I pretend like I care??? &lt;br /&gt;While not a difficult decision, this year I decided not to care too much about EITHER team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I saw ... to my dissatisfaction, mobs wandering proudly in their school colors, I was not a big fan of either mob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Music Highlights... I am re-visiting a &lt;strong&gt;Beyonce&lt;/strong&gt; classic album, the one which contains "Crazy In Love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, &lt;br /&gt;Have a "badass" night ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice, or (n.d.h.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-1232760218036508712?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1232760218036508712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=1232760218036508712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/1232760218036508712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/1232760218036508712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/series-of-sentences-which-will-allow.html' title='A Series Of Sentences, Which Will Allow You To Have A Fretful Amount Of: Fun'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7mMgxeKIlXg/TpZ7lXAAYHI/AAAAAAAAALM/GNtRGDcB3jM/s72-c/Blog.%2B10-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-1960788014338358910</id><published>2011-10-04T19:36:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T22:03:25.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Foster The People And Foster Your Love For This Blog. Thanks...Gentle Readers</title><content type='html'>GENTLE READERS: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Part 1."Sinkie" news.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   I first reported HERE about an African man who works at an area Chevron who was also speaking Spanish one day (BTW ... I was only making the point that it was a little unexpected that he quickly said "veinte en once," or "$20 on Pump 11," not saying he was not smart or could not learn)...&lt;br /&gt;  Well, ANYWAY, I stopped at the same Chevron recently and saw "Sinkie" again (he is probably in his 60s). (Picture to come!). &lt;br /&gt;I asked if he spoke Spanish... he shook his head: Sadly, no he does not.  But, Sinkie said he knows the basics.  He said he is from Ethiopia, and, asked if I knew where that was.  I said yes. Because I go there regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2.&lt;br /&gt;I recently mumbled about this band. Here they are seen, sitting: Indian Style &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wL7kTxjwfFI/Tou7q5MjBuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/jJ5xOQte-O0/s1600/Foster%2BBlog%2B10-4-11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wL7kTxjwfFI/Tou7q5MjBuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/jJ5xOQte-O0/s400/Foster%2BBlog%2B10-4-11.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659823702303508194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foster The People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I just found out as of late, the song that I wrote about liking,  "Pumped Up Kicks," is actually about a shooting rampage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    While this greatly bugs some, and sticks in their craw or craws, I think the group from Los Angeles did it to Foster Understanding.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Part 3.&lt;a href="http://www.aclfestival.com/"&gt;You may go to this hot, and sweaty group of concerts&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    I am sorry for my tardiness in talking about this.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Austin City Limits Music Festival&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was held, I think, on Sept. 16, 17, and 18. I did not go, but Eckhart, a "random guy I know," went to the festival. &lt;br /&gt;Some musical acts that he witnessed were Foster The People (again!), Kanye West, and Stevie Wonder. He said that Stevie Wonder seemed like he was getting annoyed at the crowd, for not singing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 4.&lt;br /&gt;The author of the book, "North Dallas Forty"&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Gent"&gt;Peter Gent&lt;/a&gt;, has just died recently. While Peter Gent was obviously way ahead of me in using North Dallas as a theme... that annoys me a little... you should still check out the book, circa 1973.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kiTJmVBwsJw/TovHKY-fQxI/AAAAAAAAALE/uPGrvaD0Vm4/s1600/Blog%2BStamp%2B10-4-11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kiTJmVBwsJw/TovHKY-fQxI/AAAAAAAAALE/uPGrvaD0Vm4/s400/Blog%2BStamp%2B10-4-11.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659836338038326034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is now a Selena stamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is a new issue for 2011...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! And I mean this,for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, &lt;br /&gt;Alice                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a poem I saw on a documentary while on vacation, in 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm Down&lt;br /&gt;What Happens&lt;br /&gt;Happens Mostly&lt;br /&gt;Without You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-1960788014338358910?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1960788014338358910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=1960788014338358910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/1960788014338358910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/1960788014338358910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/foster-people-and-foster-your-love-for.html' title='Foster The People And Foster Your Love For This Blog. Thanks...Gentle Readers'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wL7kTxjwfFI/Tou7q5MjBuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/jJ5xOQte-O0/s72-c/Foster%2BBlog%2B10-4-11.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-6770046652726595696</id><published>2011-09-28T20:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T20:22:29.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Classic Post</title><content type='html'>Dear All, &lt;br /&gt;Here is my very first blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A review of Black Tie Dynasty (Now defunct?? Not really sure) at a place in Austin, &lt;a href="http://www.theparishaustin.com/"&gt;The Parish&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am highly embarrassed at my use of the word "fave" and shortening the word definitely to "def." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, to my 2 readers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in Morocco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ndh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, July 26, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black Tie Dynasty at The Parish &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, typing this for the third time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cory Watson's hot," someone shouted during Black Tie Dynasty's set at The Parish July 21 on Sixth Street in Austin. I believe dees ees called stating the obvious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing unusual about BTD's set in Austin--except for how few people were there. There was a good crowd--its' not like the place was bare--just not as many as there would have been at a Dallas show. Where's the love, Austinites????????? Cory, Brian, Blake and Eddie put on a good show. Not bad for a band that grew out of humble beginnings at a Lewisville sports bar. They had a few core fans in the front (incl. me) screaming their asses off; they also had some cool-looking fans in the back just taking it all in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd was a good mix--both trendy Austinites and preppy-looking guys and gals made an appearance. Hal Samples was snapping individual and group photos which he later put on his web site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the show: the band played mostly songs from their latest album, "Movements." Blake McWhorter played bass like there was no tomorrow. Most fans in the front seemed like longtime fans who had come specifically for the show. The ones in the back had yet to know BTD's greatness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanghai 5, who went on right before BTD, had a few good songs. I had never seen them before. Their music was sort of fun, blues-y and ballad-y all at once. I took a business card with their myspace page on it but was too cheap to buy the album. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tah Dahs, who went on right before Shanghai 5, were goofy and silly. I don't remember too much about the act itself--I was too busy looking at lead singer Roy Ivy's sexy chest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast at the show--my fave cut during BTD's set was "Tender." I would def. visit The Parish again--its a great place to worship your favorite artist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-6770046652726595696?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6770046652726595696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=6770046652726595696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/6770046652726595696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/6770046652726595696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/classic-post.html' title='A Classic Post'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-8589576689082505261</id><published>2011-09-24T17:17:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T17:40:05.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Journey Without North Dallas Homegirl Is About To End</title><content type='html'>Greetings to all you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gullible&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;folk&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving in Richardson recently (fine metropolis, outside Dallas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I staked my presence in the left turn lane, I noticed a BLINKING YELLOW ARROW.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVsC5jlhtso/Tn5aCEm8sgI/AAAAAAAAAK0/czM9lg1xtA0/s1600/Blog%2B%2B9-24-11.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVsC5jlhtso/Tn5aCEm8sgI/AAAAAAAAAK0/czM9lg1xtA0/s400/Blog%2B%2B9-24-11.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656057173667262978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call &lt;br /&gt;me &lt;br /&gt;innocent. &lt;br /&gt;I had never seen this before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I stared, thinking, "What the heck???????????????????" or more aptly, "WTF." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other "Richardson-ites" driving nearby seemed to be used to it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided it was probably just a Dumb Richardson Thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying a song called " Pumped Up Kicks " by &lt;a href="http://www.fosterthepeople.com/us/home"&gt;Foster the People. Check them Out.&lt;/a&gt;.   &lt;br /&gt;Too bad, for the longest time I thought I was listening to "Punked Up Kids"... and, hearing the band's name on the radio, I once thought they were called SPONSOR THE PEOPLE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not ask me WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am impressed that a man named "Sinkie" who appears to be African and works at the Chevron on Marsh Lane and Spring Valley, in Dallas, speaks Spanish. The other day I witnessed him speaking Spanish to a Mexican customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was buying a Pepsi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours in Observation Land,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n.d.h.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-8589576689082505261?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8589576689082505261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=8589576689082505261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/8589576689082505261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/8589576689082505261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/your-journey-without-north-dallas.html' title='Your Journey Without North Dallas Homegirl Is About To End'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVsC5jlhtso/Tn5aCEm8sgI/AAAAAAAAAK0/czM9lg1xtA0/s72-c/Blog%2B%2B9-24-11.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-6441613789434727107</id><published>2011-09-15T20:42:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T21:07:49.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bunch of New, Which Looks Like The Same Old, Same Old</title><content type='html'>Hello: &lt;br /&gt;   I have deleted a post, due to my own wishes and desire. However, don't underestimate me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "startling" question of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PCXwUao0lI4/TnKq95U-2JI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_Y0L9TjivSs/s1600/Kid%2BRock%2Bblog.%2B9-1-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PCXwUao0lI4/TnKq95U-2JI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_Y0L9TjivSs/s400/Kid%2BRock%2Bblog.%2B9-1-11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652768462640961682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAS KID ROCK (real name, Bob Ritchie) TURNED INTO A PREP ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Kid Rock facts...I used to like his early stuff, because he is from Detroit. However he is actually from Romeo, Michigan... where he made his first appearance on January 17, 1971. I am sorry but it is nowhere near the ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;I saw a recent appearance of &lt;a href="http://cobrastarship.tumblr.com/"&gt;Cobra Starship&lt;/a&gt;. I believe it was on Jay Leno. The lead singer girl (I don't know the name) was wearing a weird orange jumpsuit, with a BLACK BRA underneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up close to the television... and stared at the tragedy in AWE. &lt;br /&gt;As the lead singer of a popular band, I was surprised she could not think of ... anything better to wear...&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(n.d.h.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-6441613789434727107?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6441613789434727107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=6441613789434727107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/6441613789434727107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/6441613789434727107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/bunch-of-new-which-looks-like-same-old.html' title='A Bunch of New, Which Looks Like The Same Old, Same Old'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PCXwUao0lI4/TnKq95U-2JI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_Y0L9TjivSs/s72-c/Kid%2BRock%2Bblog.%2B9-1-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-2335407541322128785</id><published>2011-09-09T23:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T23:57:47.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Guacamole Lovers</title><content type='html'>Gentle Readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following restaurant is a good place to eat: &lt;a href="http://www.jimmyjohns.com/"&gt;I used to eat here in college.&lt;/a&gt; However... I do not know if they don't know how to market to the Hispanic community, or what ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On their menu, there is a product called "avocado spread."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to tell them, but the spreadable product made from this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CqHqVFWcHwk/TmrtM7uz3UI/AAAAAAAAAKM/R9dIQ_wkC-E/s1600/AVOCADO%2B9-9-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CqHqVFWcHwk/TmrtM7uz3UI/AAAAAAAAAKM/R9dIQ_wkC-E/s400/AVOCADO%2B9-9-11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650589488937950530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is actually called Guacamole.   Que rico!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Too many exclamation marks...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight &lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;Your Favorite, Observant Blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n.d.h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sponsored by anything that is &lt;br /&gt;New and Improved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-2335407541322128785?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2335407541322128785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=2335407541322128785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/2335407541322128785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/2335407541322128785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/for-guacamole-lovers.html' title='For Guacamole Lovers'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CqHqVFWcHwk/TmrtM7uz3UI/AAAAAAAAAKM/R9dIQ_wkC-E/s72-c/AVOCADO%2B9-9-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-7557833159708950647</id><published>2011-08-28T15:59:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T18:10:41.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Massage Test' at LUSH, An Ugly Dress Sighting at Northpark, And Are You Cool Enough for 5 Deuces?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I recently visited this store. I am a fan of this store, and have loved their products for a while. I still do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h2G722iz5bA/TlrCFvPYLKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wSwnWsdtGks/s1600/Polaroid.1.28.11%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h2G722iz5bA/TlrCFvPYLKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wSwnWsdtGks/s400/Polaroid.1.28.11%2B006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646038486698437794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my recent trip, I asked about working there during the Christmas season. "A" (a girl) proceeded to tell me about their new massage bars ( it is like a soap, only it is supposed to release oils or something unique as it is massaged into your skin). She gave me a lengthy arm massage as she demonstrated the massage bars, and then asked me, "now, would you feel comfortable doing the same thing on me???????????"&lt;br /&gt;I said yes. However, I was actually thinking, are excellent arm-massage skills vital to working at a British Columbia-based retailer that sells high-priced soap? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to effectively massage her arm because she had a million bright tattoos of hearts, and the like. After the 'massage' she gave me a very sad look... obviously she did not approve of my massage skills, meaning that obviously I am not Lush material.&lt;br /&gt;While only minorly scarring, I am sure the whole thing was slightly uncomfortable for anyone watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part II...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited the "new" H and M, which contained a flurry of obssessive shoppers, and rude cashiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;Also at Northpark, I witnessed a woman walking out of Urban Outfitters, possibly with her boyfriend, wearing an unattractive blue dress. The dress was weirdly ordered and partially open in the back, revealing part of her lower back. Kind of similar to: an odd beach cover up. The dress was only slightly showing her back, but I think she really wanted to be wearing a dress like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-whU3geMQH34/TlrKELw90sI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_7MsKHnZj9o/s1600/Blog%2B%2B8-28-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-whU3geMQH34/TlrKELw90sI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_7MsKHnZj9o/s400/Blog%2B%2B8-28-11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646047256088793794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part 4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can You Get Into 5 Deuces?&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt; Apparently there is a new club opening in Dallas called "5 Deuces." However, the way it is written is "Deu5h." Whatever that means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may view a portion of their site, which explains how to get in: &lt;a href="http://5deuces.com/Getting_In.html"&gt;do not go to this cheesy club&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;  Once you visit the site, you will further understand that: not only do they have a strange, dare I say "slutty-looking" model on their web site (which is supposed to make you WANT to go to the club), but any interested candidates are required to send a "photo/bio" in order to be considered a 5 Deuces partygoer. What kind of a "bio"?? I have a feeling they don't care if you went to Harvard.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I called &lt;strong&gt;786-529-Club&lt;/strong&gt;, I heard an advisement to leave a message if one is having trouble with their "code." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, a man with a very scary voice advises innocent callers, "You Will Not Get Into The Club This Way!!!!!!!!!!!! Please go to the web site."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn.&lt;br /&gt;Keep listening to whatever u like, &lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sponsored BY the iPad... Could YOU be the next sponsor? Just leave a comment.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-7557833159708950647?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7557833159708950647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=7557833159708950647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/7557833159708950647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/7557833159708950647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/massage-test-at-lush-ugly-dress.html' title='&apos;Massage Test&apos; at LUSH, An Ugly Dress Sighting at Northpark, And Are You Cool Enough for 5 Deuces?'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h2G722iz5bA/TlrCFvPYLKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wSwnWsdtGks/s72-c/Polaroid.1.28.11%2B006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-1809186271902401982</id><published>2011-08-22T20:08:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T20:36:25.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless Photo Of Kenny Loggins</title><content type='html'>(More to come on a recent trip to Northpark Mall SOON...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A USELESS PHOTO of KENNY LOGGINS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_XGElI1JSE/TlL-8yFuiuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/AIIPwZ6AFkM/s1600/For%2BBlog%2B8-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_XGElI1JSE/TlL-8yFuiuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/AIIPwZ6AFkM/s400/For%2BBlog%2B8-22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643853603240053474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I do not own this album!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bathroom Art of the Night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which sparked the useless photo of Kenny Loggins: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at EntertainMART tonight, perusing the vinyl area. When I stopped in the bathroom (yes, they do have bathrooms there), there was a large image of DAVID BOWIE on the wall. It was inside the stall. &lt;br /&gt;  Not only was there a transfixing image of D. Bowie, but some person or employee had, in a frolic-y way, pasted these words onto the Glam rocker's lips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who Dat? &lt;br /&gt;Who Dat? &lt;br /&gt;Who Dat?&lt;br /&gt;Kenny Loggins!" &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I wonder, was the employee or jokester just thinking of Kenny Loggins, or... was it KENNY LOGGINS himself who posted the mischievous words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for more "Good" times, here is a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USELESS PICTURE OF DAVID BOWIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uZ4Mw14AH7Q/TlMCoOH-lYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/f8ikdSLHz2Y/s1600/Blog%2B8-22-11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uZ4Mw14AH7Q/TlMCoOH-lYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/f8ikdSLHz2Y/s400/Blog%2B8-22-11.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643857648034944386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours in EntertainMART heaven, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;n.d.h.&lt;br /&gt;My car does NOT have a sticker that says : "Don't Let The Car Fool You. My Real Treasure Is In Heaven"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-1809186271902401982?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1809186271902401982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=1809186271902401982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/1809186271902401982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/1809186271902401982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/useless-photo-of-kenny-loggins.html' title='Useless Photo Of Kenny Loggins'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_XGElI1JSE/TlL-8yFuiuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/AIIPwZ6AFkM/s72-c/For%2BBlog%2B8-22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-6394118198790817852</id><published>2011-08-17T22:10:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T22:27:00.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Useless Skateboarder Picture...July 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Useless Skateboarder Picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-72TcQT-eQIw/TkyDWJjP9gI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Hr2LlsZlXAY/s1600/baja.%2B8.1.11%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-72TcQT-eQIw/TkyDWJjP9gI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Hr2LlsZlXAY/s400/baja.%2B8.1.11%2B003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642028849732515330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken in &lt;strong&gt;Ensenada,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Baja California&lt;/strong&gt;. July 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of these skateboarders were trying to skate down some steps at an outdoor mall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were glad to have their picture taken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I took their picture, they asked me what I did, and if I was a student. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said yes. &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;Continue to check out "The Magnet Project"... a project to help the homeless...the link to the facebook page is located on this page.    &lt;br /&gt;Alice  &lt;br /&gt;n.d.h.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sponsored by: Nutri Grain Bars.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You may be a sponsor, however it will &lt;strong&gt;require&lt;/strong&gt; an exciting free gift or item given to me.) Just contact me. Thank you.       &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-6394118198790817852?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6394118198790817852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=6394118198790817852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/6394118198790817852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/6394118198790817852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/useless-skateboarder-picturejuly-2011.html' title='A Useless Skateboarder Picture...July 2011'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-72TcQT-eQIw/TkyDWJjP9gI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Hr2LlsZlXAY/s72-c/baja.%2B8.1.11%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-7975010322996151467</id><published>2011-08-07T19:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T20:13:55.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Before You Retire To Bed, Catch Up On All My Old Posts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Answering a question&lt;/strong&gt; from The Mailbag today,&lt;br /&gt;The questions was, "Alice, where do you get all of your images of musicians when they were younger?"&lt;br /&gt;A: Jay: I get most of my images from here, &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imghp?hl=en&amp;tab=wi"&gt;google don't doodle&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you will soon find, you may google pathetic pictures of almost anybody on here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very enjoyable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like comics, and have no trouble with a Spanish blog... (english version coming soon), please view &lt;a href="http://elrevolucionista.wordpress.com/"&gt;Rafael's&lt;/a&gt; blog. Do it now...                 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will magically appear soon with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scintillating &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words,&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the original n.d.h.  (do not ask me where this came from!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-7975010322996151467?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7975010322996151467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=7975010322996151467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/7975010322996151467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/7975010322996151467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/before-you-retire-to-bed-catch-up-on.html' title='Before You Retire To Bed, Catch Up On All My Old Posts'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-7368807241229676282</id><published>2011-08-02T23:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T23:27:01.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>See Kesha, Just Do Not Copy The Blue Lipstick</title><content type='html'>(I will have more soon)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kesha&lt;/strong&gt; ( I have heard she does not take showers, and I hope she takes one before the show...) will be in Dallas, Aug. 4  at Gexa Energy Pavilion... &lt;br /&gt;Tickets on stubhub.com ranged from 58.00 to 168.00...&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1pxK9r8olU/TjjLSdK3rAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/fmu_7p2yv2Y/s1600/Blog.%2B8-2-11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1pxK9r8olU/TjjLSdK3rAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/fmu_7p2yv2Y/s400/Blog.%2B8-2-11.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636478451582479362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;this photo was taken obviously in her nerdy and or "bad hair" phase... it is from Brentwood high school in California... supposedly it was taken in 1995, however Wikipedia states that she is much younger... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go see Ke$ha Rose Sebert. Then party in your "gold Trans Am"... as it states in one of her songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly&lt;br /&gt;Alice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NDH)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-7368807241229676282?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7368807241229676282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=7368807241229676282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/7368807241229676282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/7368807241229676282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/see-kesha-just-do-not-copy-blue.html' title='See Kesha, Just Do Not Copy The Blue Lipstick'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e1pxK9r8olU/TjjLSdK3rAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/fmu_7p2yv2Y/s72-c/Blog.%2B8-2-11.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-4481080441536055799</id><published>2011-07-30T16:26:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T17:29:45.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Like Dat</title><content type='html'>(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: The following post is not a huge homage to music site "Gorilla versus Bear" since I do not go to the site very often... it is more sort of an odd obligation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello,&lt;br /&gt; I feel obligated to do this post out of a mysterious love for Digable Planets. Way back when, "Cool Like Dat," was, ahem, played...over and over on a cassette tape by me in my room. &lt;br /&gt;  There was a large concert two weekends ago in Dallas, at the Granada Theatre,   called the "Gorilla vs Bear festival." Some of the bands on the ticket were: White Denim, &lt;strong&gt;Shabazz Palaces&lt;/strong&gt;, and Preteen Zenith (with a dude from Polyphonic Spree and Tripping Daisy). I am sorry for the tardiness of this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot go to the concert, but you may still download the songs if you like!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to: what the heck happened to Digable Planets?? &lt;br /&gt;Shabazz Palaces features a dude named Ishmael Butler, of Digable Planets. The site pitchfork.com calls Shabazz Palaces an "enigmatic Seattle avant-rap project." Whatever that is supposed to mean. (I do not know what happened to the girl with the cool voice from Digable Planets, so don't ask me). Here is ishmael.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wH5omxubcWc/TjSDmRnW1LI/AAAAAAAAAJU/JkdgRascZJw/s1600/blog%2B7-30-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wH5omxubcWc/TjSDmRnW1LI/AAAAAAAAAJU/JkdgRascZJw/s320/blog%2B7-30-11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635273727334077618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as you can see he's STILL Cool Like Dat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours in digable planets land, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(north dallas homegirl).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gorillavsbear.net/"&gt;Why did they call it gorilla vs. bear?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-4481080441536055799?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4481080441536055799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=4481080441536055799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/4481080441536055799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/4481080441536055799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/cool-like-dat.html' title='Cool Like Dat'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wH5omxubcWc/TjSDmRnW1LI/AAAAAAAAAJU/JkdgRascZJw/s72-c/blog%2B7-30-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-5897288050206610643</id><published>2011-07-28T19:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T20:10:21.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you experiencing withdrawal?  Then go see "Terri"</title><content type='html'>I viewed a movie recently named "Terri." I was forced to drive to Plano in order to see it.   Here is the link to IMDB site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1687281/"&gt;See this movie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stars Jacob Wysocki and Olivia Crocicchia (I had never heard of her... she plays the sad yet "slightly slutty" high school girl). During certain parts of the movie, I felt myself cringing out of embarassment or sadness for the characters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who do not like "artsy" movies may say the movie is too slow or lacking action and adventure. However, this armchair reviewer found it a treat... it was an emotional roller coaster, in a good way.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not display symptoms of n.d.h. withdrawal...&lt;br /&gt;North Dallas Homegirl will return shortly ! I have gone out of town but will return soon with oodles of observations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;(popcorn eater, and n.d.h.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-5897288050206610643?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5897288050206610643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=5897288050206610643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/5897288050206610643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/5897288050206610643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/are-you-experiencing-withdrawal-then-go.html' title='Are you experiencing withdrawal?  Then go see &quot;Terri&quot;'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-3825267312761324101</id><published>2011-07-22T22:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T22:31:17.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DEVO LICIOUS</title><content type='html'>While researching something for my toastmaster's club (yay. not joking) ... I found a web site for Devo fans.... yes, you know Devo, the same people who selflessly brought you "Whip It Good.":&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href="http://www.clubdevo.com/"&gt;devo 4 you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QWsWnL43HAk/Tio-uS1AuVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/z9WTgXzVAg0/s1600/blog%2B7-22-11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QWsWnL43HAk/Tio-uS1AuVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/z9WTgXzVAg0/s320/blog%2B7-22-11.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632383249029314898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody can resist &lt;strong&gt;Devo&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I've seen some weird fashions lately....&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;(or n.d.h.)&lt;br /&gt;(I really am n.d.h. because I am living at home for a little while again...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-3825267312761324101?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3825267312761324101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=3825267312761324101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/3825267312761324101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/3825267312761324101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/devo-licious.html' title='DEVO LICIOUS'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QWsWnL43HAk/Tio-uS1AuVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/z9WTgXzVAg0/s72-c/blog%2B7-22-11.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-1959015047200045466</id><published>2011-07-19T10:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T10:49:09.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Keep Pushing Me Over The ... Borderline</title><content type='html'>Borders is GONE... &lt;br /&gt;I am saddened not only because I worked there at one time. &lt;br /&gt;It's the end of an era ... without generalizing too much, the theme of the moment seems to be for people to read and buy books&lt;br /&gt;less &lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;less.. &lt;br /&gt;of course there is plenty to say.&lt;br /&gt;But, I am limiting today to: what is wrong with REAL BOOKS ???????&lt;br /&gt;here is a photo I supremely borrowed from the Wall Street Journal site.  I think that this Borders is in California:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--IWWlxi8N1I/TiWl0DqwgnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sfYGfMejYg4/s1600/For%2Bblog.%2BWsj.%2B7-18-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--IWWlxi8N1I/TiWl0DqwgnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sfYGfMejYg4/s320/For%2Bblog.%2BWsj.%2B7-18-11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631089222853100146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember kids: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading ACTUAL BOOKS is the only way to become "booksmart." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend told me in an e-mail about &lt;strong&gt;"Jurassic 5"&lt;/strong&gt;, the hip hop group.  I had never  heard of them... thus I am out of the loop!&lt;br /&gt;However I did look them up on Google Images, and maybe they will be dinosaur-ishly fantastic after I hear their music.&lt;br /&gt;yours, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-1959015047200045466?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1959015047200045466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=1959015047200045466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/1959015047200045466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/1959015047200045466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-keep-pushing-me-over-borderline.html' title='You Keep Pushing Me Over The ... Borderline'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--IWWlxi8N1I/TiWl0DqwgnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sfYGfMejYg4/s72-c/For%2Bblog.%2BWsj.%2B7-18-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-8596098737471926341</id><published>2011-07-14T21:28:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T23:13:33.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Next time you get pulled over, could you pull off the road, please, ma'am?"</title><content type='html'>I was pulled over the other day.&lt;br /&gt;Just for an expired registration.&lt;br /&gt;however, I am choosing to call it the Saga With The Nice Officer.&lt;br /&gt;briefly,&lt;br /&gt;When the officer (his name was Silvestriz, I did not get a first name) came to my car, he asked, "next time you get pulled over, could you pull into a parking lot, ma'am??" This was &lt;strong&gt;funny moment #1&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I know cops get really agitated if you do not pull over right away, after they target you.  That is partly why I made the decision to stop on the road. The other reason is that I see police cars and officers ALL THE TIME that are parked in awkward ways, obstructing traffic. Or I see officers that are having a nonchalant discussion in the middle of chaotic and very fast moving traffic. Since I was pulled to the side on a very low traffic road, I did not think he would mind... &lt;br /&gt;After I sat in dramatic suspense for what felt like 2 hours in 100 degree heat in my car, officer Silvestriz returned and said "I'm giving you a citation, but I'm going to tell you how to get out of it."  This was &lt;strong&gt;funny moment #2&lt;/strong&gt;.  (NOTE: He did explain how to get out of it, but he seemed a little blurry on some of the details).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pleaded, "Can't you just give me a warning?" But Silvestriz noted, "THERE ARE NO WARNINGS IN DALLAS." At this point I looked at his Tazer Gun. Hmmmmmmmmmmm,  I did not GET THE MEMO on that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a strange moment at the end where I didn't know whether to say "thank you" for telling me how to get out of the ticket, or just drive off in a heat stricken state. So I mumbled, "thanks."   &lt;br /&gt;I leave you with a commentary on a very weird e-mail I received today. The address listed at the bottom was a marketing place in Carson City, Nevada. The following was in the subject line:  &lt;br /&gt;"Have you suffered DVT, PE or Stroke while using Birth Control?" (Wow, those are all really serious!  ... I'd better call my lawyer ASAP... but wait, if I'm dead from a pulmonary embolism , I guess I can't call. RATS.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rev. Run" from Run DMC's son is a rapper. I have just been "notified" of this today.  Here is his disturbing picture (Diggy Simmons): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cij760U4OkA/Th-9i-f-6BI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YMdXqVs7PL0/s1600/for%2Bblog%2B7-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cij760U4OkA/Th-9i-f-6BI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YMdXqVs7PL0/s320/for%2Bblog%2B7-14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629426467826755602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is like 11, or something close to that. I will let YOU decide if you want to download the latest album. But do NOT tell me about it...&lt;br /&gt;yours UN-WARMLY, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(n.d.h.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-8596098737471926341?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8596098737471926341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=8596098737471926341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/8596098737471926341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/8596098737471926341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/next-time-you-get-pulled-over-could-you.html' title='&quot;Next time you get pulled over, could you pull off the road, please, ma&apos;am?&quot;'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cij760U4OkA/Th-9i-f-6BI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YMdXqVs7PL0/s72-c/for%2Bblog%2B7-14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-283641468739877768</id><published>2011-07-11T22:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T22:51:22.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Not Sure Why I Am Writing This...</title><content type='html'>Foxy readers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The heat is making things BLURRY. Since I do not have an exciting life of non stop fun, shopping and turning down offers from _______________(&lt;strong&gt;YOU PRINT AND FILL IN FAMOUS NON-REHAB and AVAILABLE ACTOR HERE&lt;/strong&gt;) I have to blog about this: &lt;br /&gt;  The awkward line moment:&lt;br /&gt; I was in line at the:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RzkhvrZW8DU/ThvAwwoGVwI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fKGDKxjB-Ow/s1600/blog%2B7-11-11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RzkhvrZW8DU/ThvAwwoGVwI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fKGDKxjB-Ow/s320/blog%2B7-11-11.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628304103248910082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all of a sudden!  there was a large, bordering on obese woman in front of me in a motorized scooter and with an oxygen tank.  &lt;br /&gt;While I did not get an excellent look at the O2, I did see the oxygen was either strapped to her back or to the back of the "motorized scooter."&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to bide my time looking at the many movie selections, not the least of which was "Bad Teacher"...&lt;br /&gt;the "oxygen tank moviegoer", wearing a plaid shirt, was taking her sweet time... and my movie was going to start...  she was probably going to run out of O2... if she did not hurry up..&lt;br /&gt; So I asked the sickly moviegoer, "ma'am, are you in line, or just looking???"  She responded, "I'm in line," with a huge Texas accent.&lt;br /&gt;  A couple of people nearby looked on in awe, seemingly not believing that I had just SPOKEN to the "oxygen mistress"...&lt;br /&gt;also, I purchased a shampoo that is called "Rehab" from a store called Lush... at the register, I got drawn into a conversation with a Lush employee and felt like I had to explain why I was buying it, so I said, "I don't wash my hair enough, and it needs &lt;strong&gt;Rehab&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the hottest place on earth, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice  (n.d.h.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-283641468739877768?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/283641468739877768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=283641468739877768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/283641468739877768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/283641468739877768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-not-sure-why-i-am-writing-this.html' title='I Am Not Sure Why I Am Writing This...'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RzkhvrZW8DU/ThvAwwoGVwI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fKGDKxjB-Ow/s72-c/blog%2B7-11-11.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-1704801391026549922</id><published>2011-07-06T19:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T20:27:07.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Your Own Margarita</title><content type='html'>special ONE TIME ONLY &lt;strong&gt;"what's wrong with me"&lt;/strong&gt; post:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I saw a bunch of people cheating in my class, during a really big test, the other day (the same class where we once dissected a sheep brain). I do not know what they were thinking, but I have a feeling if I were to ask them about it, they would be super casual about it. &lt;br /&gt;At the time I was thinking: so much for all the studying I did. (I could have watched The Bachelorette !)&lt;br /&gt;During the writing of this I am feeling annoyed, but slightly confused.... maybe I am TOO ETHICAL ??  &lt;br /&gt;It leaves me feeling mad, and annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was going to post this for the fourth of July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o83LD18j7Ps/ThUHK1unBnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Itll6WJ3_5w/s1600/Marg%2Bfor%2Bblog%2B7-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o83LD18j7Ps/ThUHK1unBnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Itll6WJ3_5w/s320/Marg%2Bfor%2Bblog%2B7-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626411192271963762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  but I did not... so, just enjoy one during fourth of July week.  If you do not drink, enjoy a LEMONADE.&lt;br /&gt;See her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SXlsLRkTuM/ThUJ0uAPyxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/gL7B-lUu_Po/s1600/for%2Bblog%2B7-6-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SXlsLRkTuM/ThUJ0uAPyxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/gL7B-lUu_Po/s320/for%2Bblog%2B7-6-11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626414110776216338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I am not going to tell you who she is. You have to figure it out. See: a recent post of mine, if you like) at the American Airlines Center July 12. The AAC is in Dallas, Tx. Starts at 7 p.m. (Britney will also be there). &lt;br /&gt;Also, there will be some people there that I have not heard of, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice &lt;br /&gt;n.d.h.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-1704801391026549922?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1704801391026549922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=1704801391026549922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/1704801391026549922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/1704801391026549922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/get-your-own-margarita.html' title='Get Your Own Margarita'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o83LD18j7Ps/ThUHK1unBnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Itll6WJ3_5w/s72-c/Marg%2Bfor%2Bblog%2B7-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-343477880093680123</id><published>2011-07-05T21:02:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:03:59.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Fry's Electronics Freaky or Friendly</title><content type='html'>hi gentle readers, &lt;br /&gt;  I was called for an interview (it was a cashier position) here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KUeGTHKbGCo/ThPJhTgBGpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qa6xeQy1xqk/s1600/Polaroid.12.5.10%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KUeGTHKbGCo/ThPJhTgBGpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qa6xeQy1xqk/s320/Polaroid.12.5.10%2B008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626061933523311250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time someone called me, she did not leave a message, I only found out it was FRY's because I called back...when I asked to reschedule my interview ( gasp ) because of a TEST, the manager I spoke to was Fried and Frazzled, and by this, I mean also rude...when I went for the interview I was told there is no such thing as "rescheduling" an interview... ALL OF THIS leaves me not fretting about their freakiness...right now they are not Fry tastic ... also, an &lt;strong&gt;open letter&lt;/strong&gt; to John Fry, CEO: why only pay your cashiers $7.25 an hour ? That is too FRUGAL. &lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I thought the minimum wage was $8.  I should google that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN OTHER NEWS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LaIPYdxw9RU/ThPNfwVLYuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ULFOBuhqB1k/s1600/bloglovin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LaIPYdxw9RU/ThPNfwVLYuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ULFOBuhqB1k/s320/bloglovin.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626066304949248738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is a site that is sort of a helpful blog clearinghouse. &lt;br /&gt;I found it on my friend &lt;a href="http://gloriamarie.com/"&gt;Gloria's&lt;/a&gt; web site. I did not know what it was, and since then I have been meaning to post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Oreos have a new "Berry Ice cream" or something similar flavor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l57HxcVCtlo/ThPPipt0VpI/AAAAAAAAAIc/iZc6nWovA5M/s1600/for%2Bblog%2B7-5-11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l57HxcVCtlo/ThPPipt0VpI/AAAAAAAAAIc/iZc6nWovA5M/s320/for%2Bblog%2B7-5-11.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626068553736410770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not decide whether they looked &lt;br /&gt;gross &lt;br /&gt;or &lt;br /&gt;delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your berry berrylicious blogger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ndh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-343477880093680123?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/343477880093680123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=343477880093680123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/343477880093680123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/343477880093680123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/is-frys-electronics-freaky-or-friendly.html' title='Is Fry&apos;s Electronics Freaky or Friendly'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KUeGTHKbGCo/ThPJhTgBGpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qa6xeQy1xqk/s72-c/Polaroid.12.5.10%2B008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-7850623925673746913</id><published>2011-06-30T21:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T22:19:46.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's just a public service</title><content type='html'>I voted in Quick! dallas fort worth's  "swimsuit competition"  DO NOT ASK Why.   i am still clueless. &lt;br /&gt;So, if you would like to vote, go here:  &lt;a href="http://dallasnews.upickem.net/engine/votes.aspx"&gt;do not pick a cheeseball or the girl who is a bikini designer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must log in and create an account. The voting ends TOMORROW at midnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;just so you know what it's about, here are two examples of people who are on the site: (I am just exemplifying, with cheesiness... use your best judgement as to who looks best in Lycra).&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHSLtTgsuvg/Tg07Mq6zvfI/AAAAAAAAAH8/FAXg9J_Pu-0/s1600/dude%2Bfor%2Bblog%2B6-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHSLtTgsuvg/Tg07Mq6zvfI/AAAAAAAAAH8/FAXg9J_Pu-0/s320/dude%2Bfor%2Bblog%2B6-30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624216598521036274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I voted for someone named Zack Istre.  i did not vote for a girl...they were too cheesy.   I am not being MEAN, I just could not find a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6h3dr7gCZZI/Tg08B2Bl_HI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Q52y6jVrE7g/s1600/girl%2Bfor%2Bbl%2B6-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6h3dr7gCZZI/Tg08B2Bl_HI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Q52y6jVrE7g/s320/girl%2Bfor%2Bbl%2B6-30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624217512035351666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, you get the idea.  do not hate me for being the blogger.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;(n d h)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to supply you with random, needless thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Please click on THE MAGNET PROJECT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-7850623925673746913?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7850623925673746913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=7850623925673746913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/7850623925673746913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/7850623925673746913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-just-public-service.html' title='it&apos;s just a public service'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHSLtTgsuvg/Tg07Mq6zvfI/AAAAAAAAAH8/FAXg9J_Pu-0/s72-c/dude%2Bfor%2Bblog%2B6-30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-4754564695521837275</id><published>2011-06-28T21:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T21:14:54.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Checked Your Blood Pressure Lately?  Disclaimer:  This is Kind of Gross</title><content type='html'>The other day I was in Anatomy class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The professor had dissected part of a sheep brain and left it on the table for us to look at while he was speaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The specimen was a few inches from me. I just kept thinking that it was such an awkward feeling moment. But, it was not a moment, it was about 2 hours. Then I was thinking:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to anatomy class!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lack of much time and because I am a Lazy Blogger, I am just going to put up a picture and hope it takes up a lot of space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently got their album (the Strokes):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6zY8MGNoWCM/TgqJ-gX5BxI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XfVwcavqQeg/s1600/Strokes%2Bblog%2B%2B%2B6-28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6zY8MGNoWCM/TgqJ-gX5BxI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XfVwcavqQeg/s320/Strokes%2Bblog%2B%2B%2B6-28.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623458791660521234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their new album came out in March. Do not ask me why I hesitated 3 months or so to buy it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have only listened to a small portion, but it's just as much frolicking fun as their past albums. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(be sure to check out the Strokes news on the right!)&lt;br /&gt;While you are reading all of my past blog posts, I am going to go.  &lt;br /&gt;don't become INTEXTICATED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-4754564695521837275?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4754564695521837275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=4754564695521837275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/4754564695521837275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/4754564695521837275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/have-you-checked-your-blood-pressure.html' title='Have You Checked Your Blood Pressure Lately?  Disclaimer:  This is Kind of Gross'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6zY8MGNoWCM/TgqJ-gX5BxI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XfVwcavqQeg/s72-c/Strokes%2Bblog%2B%2B%2B6-28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-8407156073860209623</id><published>2011-06-24T23:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T23:25:46.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Beefy Cut or "BF Cut"?</title><content type='html'>Friday stuff for you: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I saw a license plate today. It said:&lt;br /&gt;"B F C U T."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was  screaming itself from the back of a brown-ish Lexus or something similar.  I was driving downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared and stared, in awe. Almost crashing into the DART riders pleasantly waiting nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deduced it must mean "Beefy Cutie."  However this may be wrong.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, the person who was driving must think they are a huge  stud... or at least a "Beefy Treat"...&lt;br /&gt;It was about 5:21 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;also, I just purchased nicki minaj CD. I did not even know what it was called when I went to &lt;strong&gt;Target&lt;/strong&gt;... feeling silly, I asked for help and then found it. &lt;br /&gt;now I can listen to her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-318qdZaxALE/TgVhw1PuruI/AAAAAAAAAHk/NcMAvf-B88I/s1600/Minaj%2Bfor%2Bblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-318qdZaxALE/TgVhw1PuruI/AAAAAAAAAHk/NcMAvf-B88I/s320/Minaj%2Bfor%2Bblog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622007201396600546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every day.  I think this is an old picture.  It is also a WEIRD picture of her. Her real name: Onika Maraj. what was wrong with that name? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;n.d.h.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-8407156073860209623?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8407156073860209623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=8407156073860209623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/8407156073860209623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/8407156073860209623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/are-you-beefy-cut-or-bf-cut.html' title='Are You Beefy Cut or &quot;BF Cut&quot;?'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-318qdZaxALE/TgVhw1PuruI/AAAAAAAAAHk/NcMAvf-B88I/s72-c/Minaj%2Bfor%2Bblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-7325500289402060528</id><published>2011-06-20T22:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:04:26.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the dancers above</title><content type='html'>the dancers above....&lt;br /&gt;    i took this picture at The Firefly Run in Plano,TX June 4. &lt;br /&gt;while it seems blurry, the dancers were actually wearing illuminated light suits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was after the run.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken with a Polaroid. &lt;br /&gt;Alice &lt;br /&gt;&amp; your favorite blogger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-7325500289402060528?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7325500289402060528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=7325500289402060528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/7325500289402060528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/7325500289402060528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/dancers-above.html' title='the dancers above'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-9221635869696636298</id><published>2011-06-17T21:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T22:16:18.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Already on Your "Must Read" List ?</title><content type='html'>FRIDAY things you must note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed a man at the corner of Colorado and Lancaster in Oak Cliff (in Dallas) recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite his AMISH looking appearance, a beard and a strange hat, he spoke Spanish. He was selling a bunch of "items." However, his "store" did not have a name. (The AMISH-like man, who said his name was "Angousha," said he did not hang a sign for his store because he sold everything too quickly !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)... NDH's tip: Maybe you should look for any recently stolen items here.      &lt;br /&gt;In a matter of a nanominute, he offered me the following items: a coffee table for $5, a large, useless mirror for $15, a box of mouthwash for $6 (this was actually a BARGAIN because it contained 6 individual bottles), and an iPAD (32 Gb's !!!!!!!!!) for &lt;strong&gt;either&lt;/strong&gt; $650 or $6.50. &lt;br /&gt;I checked and the usual price for an iPAD (32 Gbs) seems to be between $599 and $729. So the iPAD also appears to be a BARGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped to take pictures of a cool mural nearby. "Angousha" saw me taking pictures and was pointing out other things I could take pictures of. The mural was at the bottom of an apartment complex called, I think, "Hillcrest House"... I don't know if it is some kind of Assisted Living house. I may just be making that up. There was a black woman smoking outside. She is NOT in the picture. I have passed the mural many times:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LsBDl4SB_ZA/TfwXbM-NzvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/K8ev_lMuDjA/s1600/mural%2Band%2Bdancers%2521%2B6.17.11%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LsBDl4SB_ZA/TfwXbM-NzvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/K8ev_lMuDjA/s320/mural%2Band%2Bdancers%2521%2B6.17.11%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619392191157620466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Finally, there are 2 drama-filled girls in the class that I am taking right now... always somehow creating drama. My advice is: INFORM YOUR MAMA OF THE DRAMA. I don't think they will read this...*       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am interested in the heart... here is an image that I copied from a community college web site for future Echocardiographers... yay for this picture:    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L3l4Q05QhNE/TfwOTtsxLCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/oDMeK6wVBaY/s1600/Heart%2Band%2BSteth%2B%2BBlog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L3l4Q05QhNE/TfwOTtsxLCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/oDMeK6wVBaY/s320/Heart%2Band%2BSteth%2B%2BBlog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619382166899207202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours in Dramaland, &lt;br /&gt;Alice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n.d.h.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-9221635869696636298?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9221635869696636298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=9221635869696636298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/9221635869696636298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/9221635869696636298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/am-i-already-on-your-must-read-list.html' title='Am I Already on Your &quot;Must Read&quot; List ?'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LsBDl4SB_ZA/TfwXbM-NzvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/K8ev_lMuDjA/s72-c/mural%2Band%2Bdancers%2521%2B6.17.11%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-4164541154232724193</id><published>2011-06-10T22:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T22:35:49.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this link will change your life and why are you even waiting to read?</title><content type='html'>SPECIAL "NO FRILLS" EDITION:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is not like "New Edition"... they are not even still together).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a site for all you manly men out there: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modernman.com/"&gt;for manly men only &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The REASON I am posting this... i don't even know why I am posting it... i saw a link to an article titled, "What Her Underwear Says About How She Is In Bed"  (sorry for the X-rated nature of this post), and i wanted to read it to see what my underwear blabs about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, i did not get to read the article. i read the beginning, and then under the portion that states, "&lt;strong&gt;Read more&lt;/strong&gt;!," there was not an active link.  so lame.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: On the site, there are disturbing pictures of random, nameless women wearing underwear, &lt;br /&gt;for no apparent &lt;br /&gt;reason.  &lt;br /&gt;So, if you ARE a guy, then the site is your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is slightly funny, even if you are not a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I heard on the radio about a song called "THE FRIDAY SONG." Supposedly it was sung by a Miss Rebecca Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked it out on You Tube  (the site needs a name change... whose "YOU TUBE" is it???????????????????).&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I did not hear the sound... so I did not know if everyone's comments that it was the "worst song in the world" were true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, judging by &lt;strong&gt;Rebecca Black's &lt;/strong&gt;outfits, and the clothes of her friends in ugly, prom like dresses, I suddenly, and in a "snap judgement" way, am deciding that it probably is the "worst song in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CD2LRROpph0"&gt;Rebecca Black's Cheesy Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not hang out with her on a friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(even though I am blogging on friday night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly, Gentle Readers,&lt;br /&gt;(check out the link to The Magnet Project, please... then click on like, please!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice &lt;br /&gt;or, n.d.h.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-4164541154232724193?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4164541154232724193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=4164541154232724193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/4164541154232724193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/4164541154232724193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-link-will-change-your-life-and-why.html' title='this link will change your life and why are you even waiting to read?'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-1374423061300295048</id><published>2011-06-02T20:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T20:23:27.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow. Something I NEVER Would Have Thought Of</title><content type='html'>dear self-defense class taking readers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the Run On! Richardson store today.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed a small can of pepper spray (it is made by "Sabre") that is made in a shade of pink, to promote breast cancer awareness. (Just so you know, I stopped and stared. &lt;br /&gt;But mostly I was thinking, "WHY????") &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JUST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What I Wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I am ever fighting off an attacker in the future, the attacker will most likely be thinking, "she is SO aware about diseases that currently affect American women!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was adding to my record collection and bought a Rod Stewart album. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because INQUIRING MINDS want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give love, peace, hope and luck &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n.d.h.&lt;br /&gt;(Also, please view my facebook site for &lt;strong&gt;The Magnet Project &lt;/strong&gt;on the right side.  Thank you).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link if you would like to buy, or see what I'm talking about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sabrered.com/servlet/the-125/NBCF-PINK-Pepper-Spray/Detail"&gt;weird pepper spray&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So, still buy pepper spray... but I'm pretty sure ANY pepper spray will do).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-1374423061300295048?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1374423061300295048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=1374423061300295048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/1374423061300295048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/1374423061300295048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/wow-something-i-never-would-have.html' title='Wow. Something I NEVER Would Have Thought Of'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-5106408520003644490</id><published>2011-05-30T21:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:38:55.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I notice that you got it... you notice that I want it... I write this on a grave note</title><content type='html'>"I Notice That You Got It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Notice That I Want It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know That I Can Take It To The Next Level Ba-by !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Want This Good Bitch  (?)  (Huh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sicker Than The Remix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Let Me Blow Your Mind Tonight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear balanced-diet readers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, those were actual lyrics from a Britney Spears "song," called Till the World Ends.   &lt;br /&gt;"Keep on Dancing Till The World Ends" is the other refrain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have heard this song incessantly... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to explain why people should not listen to Britney Spears or why the song DOES NOT HAVE A REASON TO EXIST. (Yes, it was written by Kesha).  &lt;br /&gt;Actually, you can listen to Britney all you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put:  Doesn't Britney know that the world ended on May 21 ????????????? (question mark overload).  &lt;br /&gt;So, Britney is either: REALLY BEHIND, or just a futurist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people really decide to dance "until the world ends," that is going to get really tiring.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Britney: &lt;strong&gt;HIT ME BABY, ONE MORE TIME&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also:  I found 1/2 of a penny the other day in a parking lot. I left it there, in my puzzled state.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am either somewhat lucky, or God is sending me a mixed message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with pain in my heart, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n.d.h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell a friend about this blog and receive... Nothing. Nada. ZILCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-5106408520003644490?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5106408520003644490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=5106408520003644490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/5106408520003644490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/5106408520003644490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-notice-that-you-got-it-you-notice.html' title='I notice that you got it... you notice that I want it... I write this on a grave note'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-8950134257962819724</id><published>2011-05-25T20:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T20:58:48.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the texas theatre</title><content type='html'>The picture above is of the Texas Theatre in Oak Cliff, in dallas.  &lt;br /&gt;taken May 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-8950134257962819724?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8950134257962819724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=8950134257962819724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/8950134257962819724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/8950134257962819724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/texas-theatre.html' title='the texas theatre'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-3700037936925268614</id><published>2011-05-25T19:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T19:47:29.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Clueless Moment</title><content type='html'>Dear &lt;strong&gt;Gentle&lt;/strong&gt; and also Aggressive readers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before My Clueless Moment, I must share the following. You can call it a jealous moment.&lt;br /&gt;Inside a Mexican hair salon today, I quickly glanced at the TV. There was a TV show on called &lt;strong&gt;Se Vale&lt;/strong&gt;, (it is the first time I have seen it.  The link is below.  It is on Televisa):  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.televisa.com/programas/entretenimiento/079443/se-vale"&gt;Se Vale T.V. show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you are probably wondering WHY is n.d.h. writing about: some cheesy show?&lt;br /&gt;Because I was momentarily transfixed by what I saw.&lt;br /&gt;On the screen there was an Asian woman in a sparkly, clingy black leotard doing gymnastics inside a huge ring, with a big smile on her face that said: "EVERYONE should do gymnastics inside a huge ring... if you don't, there is something wrong with you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I briefly wondered, "why does this show even exist??????????????????????????????" ( question mark overload ), I was briefly jealous of the flexible Asian woman, and I WANTED TO DO GYMNASTICS INSIDE A HUGE RING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Clueless Moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I was standing outside with a couple of neighbors(during a HUGE storm with hail), when one of them started talking about a drink. &lt;br /&gt;I believe that it was called the "Gorilla Fart" (I do not make this stuff up!) &lt;br /&gt;The neighbor stated that the makers of the drink usually put Wild Turkey in it. Apparently Wild Turkey is a type of Bourbon, and I did not know that.&lt;br /&gt;A man in his late 30's or early 40's, who wears 2 earrings, drives a convertible and lives in the next building, put his hand on my shoulder and said, "You Don't Drink That Much, Do You, SUGAR?????????????"&lt;br /&gt;I think I laughed. However, in hindsight my clueless moment would have been slightly funnier if I would have said: "not everyday, like you," which is actually what I was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;The man in his 30s or 40s went on to say that he and his friends are "lushes on the weekends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again... I do not make anything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you what I have been listening to, but unfortunately I keep hearing a &lt;strong&gt;Rihanna&lt;/strong&gt; song OVER and OVER...&lt;br /&gt;maybe I will switch to classical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not send a friend the north dallas homegirl link as a FUN surprise. you can do it right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;your devoted blogger, &lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-3700037936925268614?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3700037936925268614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=3700037936925268614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/3700037936925268614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/3700037936925268614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-clueless-moment.html' title='My Clueless Moment'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-4503564124950775357</id><published>2011-05-17T21:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T21:44:10.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 hour energy ... Did You Drink Yours Today ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;GENTLE&lt;/strong&gt; READERS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Here is my random story for May 17.  Call it TUESDAY MOANIN' if you must:&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday I was in &lt;strong&gt;The Learning Center &lt;/strong&gt; (a tutoring place) at Richland College. A tired student who was waiting for a Writing Tutor came and sat near me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was kind of chubby, black, and maybe 20 years old.  He was wearing TOO much cologne. He said he was "from London."&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later he began talking to one of the Writing Tutors. While commenting about what he had consumed that day, he said, "Someone gave me this," and pulled out a small bottle of &lt;strong&gt;5 Hour Energy&lt;/strong&gt;. He said it was the first time he had had it.  The Writing Tutor (a lady in her 40s, with a conservative, weird haircut) told the chubby man the 5 Hour Energy "clogs your arteries," which I don't think is totally accurate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bringing the focus back to &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;:  &lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, who gave the chubby London man the 5 Hour Energy? If it was a friend, who just hands out bottles of 5 Hour Energy to their friends?  Who hands out bottles of 5 Hour Energy to ANYONE?  He said it did not taste good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he was still thirsty. A few minutes later, the chubby guy saw me drinking a diet Dr. Pepper and asked me if I wanted to buy him a drink (Silly Question). I said, "NOT REALLY!!" and then, "do you want to buy me one?"&lt;br /&gt;The 5 hour energy drinker said, "I don't have any money." Maybe that is why someone gave him the drink in the first place ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to: &lt;strong&gt;Julian Casablancas&lt;/strong&gt;, and have been hearing some strange &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;80s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tunes lately... usually I am surprised for 2 seconds and then I realize I really like whatever the hit is.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;as always gentle readers, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n.d.h.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-4503564124950775357?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4503564124950775357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=4503564124950775357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/4503564124950775357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/4503564124950775357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/5-hour-energy-did-you-drink-yours-today.html' title='5 hour energy ... Did You Drink Yours Today ?'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-624996999432842974</id><published>2011-05-08T18:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T18:17:15.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"somos muchos chilangos"   3:30 p.m. today</title><content type='html'>3:30 p.m. today, while at a stoplight, this is what I viewed on the back of a RED &lt;strong&gt;volkswagen GTI&lt;/strong&gt;  (I did not even know that car existed): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SOMOS MUCHOS CHILANGOS"  &lt;br /&gt;For the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spanish-impaired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, the translation for the day  is " we are many from mexico city."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go write this down:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;Chilango&lt;/strong&gt; is someone who was born in Mexico City (basically, someone who is from Mexico City). So, I almost laughed to death after I saw the sticker. Maybe there are many Chilangos in Dallas that I don't know about???????????????????????????????? (question mark overload).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I do like mexico city, I leave you with this thought, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me encantan los chilangos."  Again, write it down, or, ask the person who cuts your lawn to translate.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por favor ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to Kesha earlier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, before you read this, remember: when does this blog ever &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; make sense ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, a couple of her songs were really "inspiring." I wish not to explain. But you can check out her latest CD if you like. The CD is "Animal." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you like, DO NOT copy her fashion sense.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Audi 3000, &lt;br /&gt;(i used to use that phrase like 20 years ago. ha ha) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hasta luego, &lt;br /&gt;Alice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b.b.b.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-624996999432842974?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/624996999432842974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=624996999432842974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/624996999432842974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/624996999432842974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/somos-muchos-chilangos-330-pm-today.html' title='&quot;somos muchos chilangos&quot;   3:30 p.m. today'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-908662051789614730</id><published>2011-05-06T19:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T19:20:08.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>***** to the wall</title><content type='html'>Dear everyone, even my reader (notice it's SINGULAR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in Russia: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of a crude post, but as usual it must be said:&lt;br /&gt;A tale of &lt;strong&gt;confusion&lt;/strong&gt;: a few weeks ago, I was sitting in a study area at Richland College, and i heard a man in his 20s say to his friend: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I woke up, and it was balls to the wall. " The guy had been talking animatedly to his friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how to write "Okay.." in this post the way I was thinking it that day. It's more like, &lt;strong&gt;Okaaaaaaaaaaaay&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what it means. Either he was in a hurry that morning, or someone literally put that body part on the wall for him.&lt;br /&gt;So, Gentle Readers, if you would like to enlighten me, that is fine.&lt;br /&gt;I did not ask the animated guy that day, but I did do a double take. I kept listening, but no more gems were in that conversation, sadly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: a couple (or so) weeks ago, I saw a high school girl walking to the bus stop. She was carrying a styrofoam cup that looked like it had coffee in it. I drove along, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gripped&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with curiosity...&lt;br /&gt;WHO DRINKS COFFEE IN HIGH SCHOOL ?&lt;br /&gt;I did not drink coffee until college. I was thinking, is this some kind of new trend ??????????????????????????? (question mark overload). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.d.h. is confused: was she trying to look cool, or does she really enjoy the delicious coffee?  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I sort of stared and drove off, it was really awkward !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is all straight from the daily GRIND.  Do you get it ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that means. Don't ask me, I am &lt;strong&gt;just the blogger&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv, &lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(n.d.h.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New contest coming soon !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-908662051789614730?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/908662051789614730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=908662051789614730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/908662051789614730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/908662051789614730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-wall.html' title='***** to the wall'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-4623874633033968850</id><published>2011-04-24T23:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T23:39:46.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>why you should know about tim hetherington and chris hondros</title><content type='html'>Gentle readers, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting serious tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I just found out about these photographers last week.  They were both very young.  Here is my opinion piece about them:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt Tim Hetherington and Chris Hondros lived to get the once-in-a- lifetime shot.&lt;br /&gt;They were probably still hunting for it when they died.  &lt;br /&gt;When the daily news is peppered with stories of people who die for no reason, why even care about these men?&lt;br /&gt;Both photojournalists were killed last week in Misrata, Libya. Reports are they were killed by a rocket propelled grenade. (The Russian words for rocket propelled grenade actually mean “anti-tank grenade launcher,” which made me think of the capacity to kill that the device has.) One story stated the circumstances of their deaths are still unclear.&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard about their deaths, I was tempted to not pay very much attention. Then I realized I wanted to find out more.      &lt;br /&gt;Hetherington did documentary work and special projects and Hondros took pictures for Getty Images.  &lt;br /&gt;What is it to you? Some would say the two men acted in a cavalier manner by taking the risk of being in a war zone, when they could have been happily photographing children or ice cream cones in New York. They chose to visit Libya and they knew what could happen. &lt;br /&gt;You should care because if Hetherington and Hondros (and other journalists, both reporters and photographers) did not want to share the ugliness of war, did not want to bring a jolting visual to your day, you would not know what is going on. &lt;br /&gt;Without knowing who they were, you may have already viewed one of Hondros' photos or seen part of Hetherington's documentary (Restrepo)  and shuddered or were changed because of it. If this is the case, then these two men-- one was 40 and one was 41--have already directly affected your life.      &lt;br /&gt;I was interested in their deaths because I enjoy photography (though my main camera right now is a point and shoot). Another twist explaining why I wanted to write this is because Hetherington and Hondros died doing something they love. The adrenaline rush they felt while traipsing around Libya is something I seek in life. They were killed, tragically, in the midst of a bloody conflict. The nanometer of brightness is that they were doing their life’s work when they died.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv, &lt;br /&gt;Alice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n.d.h.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-4623874633033968850?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4623874633033968850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=4623874633033968850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/4623874633033968850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/4623874633033968850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-you-should-know-about-tim.html' title='why you should know about tim hetherington and chris hondros'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-8433967367518006981</id><published>2011-04-18T00:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T00:17:27.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perplexing Thought Of The Day</title><content type='html'>I have had the Whitney Houston song, "How Will I Know?" in my head all day today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not ask me where it came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISTURBING.  That is all I will say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss n.d.h. if you are nasty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-8433967367518006981?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8433967367518006981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=8433967367518006981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/8433967367518006981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/8433967367518006981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/perplexing-thought-of-day.html' title='Perplexing Thought Of The Day'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-3431376174348693578</id><published>2011-04-13T19:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T19:43:26.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep A Plentiful Distance From Small Children</title><content type='html'>Catching up with the &lt;strong&gt;Mailbag&lt;/strong&gt;, gentle and savvy readers:    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A message to Jay: &lt;br /&gt;     Yes, I remember you. Hope you are well. And, in reference to your J Lo comment, yes, she is a legend. And even somewhat talented. However, the goal of my blog is to be completely honest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A message to Gloria:&lt;br /&gt;     Thank you for being the first to leave a comment! And your MIX TAPE is in the mail. Of course it's Enrique Iglesias.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been seeing some wild fashion, such as a girl in complete muslim garb, (with a Head Scarf), and flip flops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also I've seen lots of girls with tight, tight, tank tops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALSO, a girl in her early 20s, wearing a striped tank top with the price tag hanging out. (I thought this went out of style years ago). &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I guess I am  clueless to these stylish manners. &lt;br /&gt;N.d.h. must not be on top of it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, your #1 Blogger and your favorite Blogspot blogger, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n.d.h.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-3431376174348693578?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3431376174348693578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=3431376174348693578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/3431376174348693578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/3431376174348693578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/keep-plentiful-distance-from-small.html' title='Keep A Plentiful Distance From Small Children'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-516493865473281556</id><published>2011-04-03T19:59:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T20:09:08.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>J-Lo: Why Are You Still Haunting Us</title><content type='html'>I think that J Lo has a new song out.     &lt;br /&gt;  I know this because the other day I was driving and I heard something disturbing: a new song, very dance-y, with vocals that sounded frighteningly like the "Selena" star's. &lt;br /&gt;   (Ok. &lt;br /&gt;    I did like J Lo in 1999 but that's another story!!)&lt;br /&gt;  The song's refrain was urging those listening to "Get On The Floor."   &lt;br /&gt;  As enchanting and tempting as this sounds, I will not be "getting on the floor" anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;   Despite this new semi-hit, which &lt;em&gt;I hope &lt;/em&gt;is not really a hit, I am all J Lo-ed out.&lt;br /&gt;   The word I shall leave you with is: &lt;strong&gt;Overrated&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   GENTLE READERS: there will be no further posting from me tonight, since Chemistry is holding me hostage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alice &lt;br /&gt;(ndh)&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b.b.b.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-516493865473281556?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/516493865473281556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=516493865473281556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/516493865473281556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/516493865473281556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/j-lo-why-are-you-still-haunting-us.html' title='J-Lo: Why Are You Still Haunting Us'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-3770611242994233674</id><published>2011-03-29T19:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T19:39:59.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentle Readers, If You Need Coffee, Just Bring Your Own.</title><content type='html'>I saw a guy in a study area at &lt;strong&gt;Richland College&lt;/strong&gt; in Dallas, TX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I concentrated voraciously on my photocopied chemistry worksheet, he poured himself a cup of coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though he was not in a general eating area, he just brought a huge coffee pot with him and poured himself a tasty beverage.  Although I did not see an electrical cord, I know he must have plugged it in somehow.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gentle readers&lt;/strong&gt;, I have never seen someone pour their own coffee from a coffee pot they brought from home. I was stunned, but also happy to have a story to tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to watch his stuff a bit later on...this gave me the opportunity to secretly gather&lt;strong&gt; the highly classified information &lt;/strong&gt;neccessary for this blog. When he came back, I asked him if he does this on a regular basis (he was maybe in his mid 20's, with a white dressy shirt--too dressy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;and jeans). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said yes, and also said nonchalantly, "sometimes I make tea, and sometime I make coffee."           &lt;br /&gt;Later on, maybe I will post a picture that I sneakily took.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the changer:  Julian Casablancas' latest CD. Leave a comment about what's in your CD changer. Or, if you prefer, what's on your playlist. Or, what 8-tracks you are listening to. The first person to leave a comment wins: a mix tape of MY choice...  but you have to give me your address.  Sorry, not a stellar prize but what did you expect from a startup blog??????????????????????????????????????????????????????  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite obssessive blogger, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-3770611242994233674?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3770611242994233674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=3770611242994233674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/3770611242994233674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/3770611242994233674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/gentle-readers-if-you-need-coffee-just.html' title='Gentle Readers, If You Need Coffee, Just Bring Your Own.'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-5287398309719877084</id><published>2011-03-26T20:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T20:46:59.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw a 9-year=old girl with a t-shirt that said, "Don't Be Jealous..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was chatty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a funny shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was wondering, and thinking, what, in her mind, was there to be jealous of???????????????????????????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye and Good Saturday, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or blogging brunette, and sometimes bombshell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-5287398309719877084?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5287398309719877084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=5287398309719877084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/5287398309719877084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/5287398309719877084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-saw-9-yearold-girl-with-t-shirt-that.html' title=''/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-4500341557631306799</id><published>2011-03-21T18:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T18:31:47.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weren't YOU Wondering?</title><content type='html'>Weren't you wondering if I was going to do a post on GOSSIP in the bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well&lt;/em&gt; it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;coming soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Juanes concert (Colombian Spicy boy ) is on Saturday in Dallas... Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (exclamation mark overload).&lt;br /&gt;I cannot &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; display my excitement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to check out the important news feed on this blog... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Or, to all:&lt;br /&gt; devoted readers, n.d.h.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-4500341557631306799?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4500341557631306799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=4500341557631306799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/4500341557631306799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/4500341557631306799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/werent-you-wondering.html' title='Weren&apos;t YOU Wondering?'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-2557542052315508736</id><published>2011-03-13T18:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T22:50:54.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Need A Job Please" and What Does Taco Bueno Mean?</title><content type='html'>Readers, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A telling tale of sadness and despair: &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was driving by the Tom Thumb shopping center at Preston and Forest, in Dallas today. I stopped to talk to a man holding a sign which said, "Need a Job Please." (At first I thought, "that's a good idea!" Sooner or later, someone has to say yes). &lt;br /&gt;The compelling factor that made me stop was that the man looked kind of desperate, and I needed to find out more about his story.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Details&lt;/strong&gt;: The man was in his early 50s or older. He was a little scruffy looking but not extremely messy. He had white hair and light-colored eyes.     &lt;br /&gt;When I asked if I could take his picture, he said, "no, I'm too ugly!"      &lt;br /&gt;When I talked to him, he said his name was Lynn. He said he has been out of work for 14 months. His reason for standing out there with the sign? "I was hoping somebody would give me something." He seemed sad and weary.&lt;br /&gt;Not many people seemed to be slowing down to read his sign, or showing any kind of vague interest in him. That saddened me.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I would just blow off an occurrence like this. But for whatever reason, I'm going to remember the man for a while. I am also looking for a job, but that is not the only reason I felt disturbed.  &lt;br /&gt;There are too many stories like this lately. What used to be sadness for the jobs state in our society has turned to frustration and: me grappling for answers. Grapple, grapple, grapple.... that's the sound of me grappling for answers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new item: &lt;br /&gt;At the mysterious unnamed place where I volunteer, a man (He is not Hispanic. He is maybe in his 40s) was trying to say "your welcome" in Spanish. Using his best humor, he instead said, "Taco Bueno." I witnessed the whole thing. I have heard this before, and it was only funny the first time. For 2 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;"Taco Bueno," when translated, literally means, "Good Taco." Or it can mean, "O.k. taco."  I will take even more &lt;strong&gt;liberty&lt;/strong&gt; and say that it &lt;em&gt;sounds like&lt;/em&gt;, "My taco was o.k." &lt;br /&gt;So, for anyone who was planning to use this phrase to say, "your welcome," I would like for you to know, you will be walking around saying, "My taco was o.k." If that is o.k. with you, then go ahead.  Just a little advice from n.d.h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep listening to &lt;strong&gt;Coldplay&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;bye,&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-2557542052315508736?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2557542052315508736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=2557542052315508736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/2557542052315508736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/2557542052315508736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/need-job-please-and-what-does-taco.html' title='&quot;Need A Job Please&quot; and What Does Taco Bueno Mean?'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-6143512584551783033</id><published>2011-03-05T20:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T21:10:02.438-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just To Remind You</title><content type='html'>Just To Remind You:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do an unspecified yet riveting post soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I wish you the best &lt;strong&gt;being able to cope &lt;/strong&gt;without reading my blog, which is a SPECIAL LIMITED EDITION blog and BURSTING WITH FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a new photo is &lt;strong&gt;coming soon&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am picturing you barely able to contain your excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Colombian singer Juanes will be in Dallas March 26. Now I am picturing you jumping for joy and calling Ticketmaster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, &lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-6143512584551783033?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6143512584551783033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=6143512584551783033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/6143512584551783033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/6143512584551783033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-to-remind-you.html' title='Just To Remind You'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-2534236064145006564</id><published>2011-02-28T19:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T19:33:39.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"we roast nuts daily"</title><content type='html'>To y'all idiosyncratic readers ( I am eating beef jerky while I say y'all ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I passed a place in Fort Worth. The marquee sign on the outside made me do a double take, which was &lt;strong&gt;not easy&lt;/strong&gt;. The sign for the nut company said, "We Roast Nuts Daily, 8:30 to 5:00." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The location of said marquee is Vending Nut Company. I was thinking, why are they so proud that they roast nuts daily?  What is the purpose?  In case a whole family wants to go watch them roast nuts?    &lt;br /&gt;Anyway in case you need a fun excursion the number is: &lt;strong&gt;(817) 737-3071&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all who have been waiting eagerly with baited breath: The Strokes will release a new album March 21. The new collection is called &lt;strong&gt;Angles&lt;/strong&gt;.  Here is a link to a story that talks about their new album. It is from the Addict Music site. I thought it was from The Guardian, but either way it is a link you would not otherwise have, thanks to n.d.h. : &lt;a href="http://www.addictmusic.co.uk/news/listen-to-the-strokes%E2%80%99-new-album-%E2%80%98angles%E2%80%99-well-sort-of/"&gt;The Strokes&lt;/a&gt;.  YOUR WELCOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel sad that borders is closing nearby. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy monday,&lt;br /&gt;Alice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging brunette bombshell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-2534236064145006564?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2534236064145006564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=2534236064145006564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/2534236064145006564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/2534236064145006564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-roast-nuts-daily.html' title='&quot;we roast nuts daily&quot;'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-3615316676137291998</id><published>2011-02-26T16:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T16:34:18.759-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Y'all...  I Am Sick of the word Y'ALL</title><content type='html'>Hi Y'ALL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick of the word &lt;strong&gt;y'all&lt;/strong&gt;... probably because I have spent too much time in Fort Worth, TX. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the fact that it doesn't really mean anything, it is an easy way out when one does not want to say "you all." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do a post soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared for a titillating story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do something to help the homeless. That is my suggestion to all &lt;strong&gt;gentle readers&lt;/strong&gt;. If you are not gentle, go and help a pit bull. That was a joke, Lovely Readers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice &lt;br /&gt;(ndh, and fan of Hints From Heloise)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-3615316676137291998?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3615316676137291998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=3615316676137291998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/3615316676137291998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/3615316676137291998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/hi-yall-i-am-sick-of-word-yall.html' title='Hi Y&apos;all...  I Am Sick of the word Y&apos;ALL'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-7545012020768272957</id><published>2011-02-22T21:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T21:55:56.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lunch time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Gentle Readers&lt;/strong&gt;! : &lt;br /&gt;I am going to do a post soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is my tidbit: for lunch I had a &lt;em&gt;slice of pizza &lt;/em&gt;and a frappuccino. It was o.k. &lt;br /&gt;Lately, I am always striving to have a good lunch and I seem to be constantly frustrated that it does not happen. It is like one long stream of meal non-satisfaction. And then, I went to the gas station. They had "hot dogs" outside on an advertisement but did not have any inside...The Horror. Again, we return to a long stream of meal non-satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be satisfied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n.d.h.&lt;br /&gt;Give love, peace, hope and luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-7545012020768272957?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7545012020768272957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=7545012020768272957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/7545012020768272957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/7545012020768272957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/lunch-time.html' title='lunch time.'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-500384528578680291</id><published>2011-02-09T20:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T20:22:28.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new mug look</title><content type='html'>The above is a strange picture of a mug that I have. I think it was taken in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;bye,&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-500384528578680291?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/500384528578680291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=500384528578680291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/500384528578680291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/500384528578680291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-mug-look.html' title='new mug look'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-6459480942417382132</id><published>2011-02-08T20:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T20:38:35.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>Does it get your attention if I leave the blog: "untitled" ?????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;, I do have tricks for making you read!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exclamation mark overload. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Small item I noticed&lt;/em&gt;:  The other day I was in class at the exciting, yet mysteriously unnamed school that I attend. I glanced toward a group of girls sitting to the left. Believe it or not...all three girls in my class (all of them either 18 or 19 or in their early 20s)had the EXACT SAME HAIR (What style was it?  That is not relevant, I do not feel). I quickly looked away, though I'm not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I should have counseled them on improving their hair &lt;strong&gt;routine&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restaurant Update: Apparently I missed the memo, but Taco Bell now has Salsa Verde. (For any &lt;em&gt;gringos&lt;/em&gt;, that is simply, GREEN SAUCE). I probably will not eat very much of it when I am there. However, I was so shocked that Taco Bell now carries this Mexican treat that I stole a sauce package anyway. Thumbs up to Taco Bell for carrying more sauce options.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Time to go re-arrange my sock drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your saucy blogger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;The Strokes&lt;/strong&gt; will release a new album in March, in case you were hugely wondering about this).  !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That deserves exclamation marks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-6459480942417382132?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6459480942417382132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=6459480942417382132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/6459480942417382132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/6459480942417382132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-3157887838575115505</id><published>2011-02-02T18:36:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T18:54:52.009-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!  Who Threw That Popcorn?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;gentle readers&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Recently I was in a movie theatre at an &lt;strong&gt;Undisclosed location&lt;/strong&gt;. A little while after I sat down, a couple (They were a younger couple, speaking only Spanish. The woman had a very large purse.) sat next to me. The trouble ensued when they decided to speak in regular voices throughout the whole movie. &lt;strong&gt;What?&lt;/strong&gt; I thought, very disturbed. How dare they interfere with No Strings Attached, a movie I had been waiting ages to see!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! exclamation mark overload. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got tired of hearing them chit chat over the movie, I threw one kernel of popcorn at them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this was not effective. So, when it was getting toward the end of the movie, I threw a fistful of popcorn at them. After this, I quickly made my exit. Although I did not get to see their reaction, I am hoping that they were like, "Hey! Who threw that popcorn?"  Next time I am just going to tell them, "&lt;strong&gt;Callate!&lt;/strong&gt;"  TRUE STORY.                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I heard an announcement on 106.1 FM for a Kesha concert (it was Super Bowl related) at the Bud Light Hotel in Dallas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have a Bud Light Hotel and where is it located???????? question mark overload. Are you supposed to drink Bud Light there?????? I am &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; confused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is more to write, but for now, goodbye.   &lt;br /&gt;Staying warm in my Snuggie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-3157887838575115505?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3157887838575115505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=3157887838575115505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/3157887838575115505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/3157887838575115505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/hey-who-threw-that-popcorn.html' title='Hey!  Who Threw That Popcorn?'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-6490208660699920994</id><published>2011-01-15T20:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T20:38:51.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Panda Express and Expressing Myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;GENTLE READERS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Recently I visited Panda Express in the Galleria mall in Dallas. Upon arriving, I was perusing the offerings when the anxious girl who was working there asked if I wanted a sample. A few minutes later I decided on a sample, and she swiftly handed me the sample, like she was annoyed.  &lt;br /&gt;  Moving on... the most enjoyable part of eating at &lt;strong&gt;Panda Express &lt;/strong&gt;was watching the ice skaters while I was eating. Some were teenagers and I could tell it was Friday Night at the Mall for them.  While I was watching nobody fell.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  If you get a chance, please go to &lt;strong&gt;Lush&lt;/strong&gt; in Northpark mall. I just discovered it the other day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Even though it says "Hand Made Cosmetics" outside, it contains mostly soap, bath gels and beauty products. I have more, but that is all I will say right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go out into the cold and cloudiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back ... for all the excitement of 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-6490208660699920994?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6490208660699920994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=6490208660699920994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/6490208660699920994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/6490208660699920994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/panda-express-and-expressing-myself.html' title='Panda Express and Expressing Myself.'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-5971085273767204647</id><published>2011-01-12T14:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T15:09:01.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From Punky With Love</title><content type='html'>A &lt;strong&gt;tale&lt;/strong&gt; for you: I was at the homeless shelter the other day, and a guy (the guy is in his 60s, black, and previously in jail), said that I looked like &lt;strong&gt;Punky Brewster&lt;/strong&gt; (show from the 80s). I do not know if it was because of the bright scarf I was wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I was thinking: I don't even have the pigtails!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the man if he watched Punky Brewster while in jail. He said, "yes, I did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion Report: I have not seen too many weird outfits lately. I did see: comfy, red slippers in Wal Mart (Why???????????????????????? Is putting on shoes that much of a difficulty???????). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw open-toed sandals on one of the coldest days of the year.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give Love, Peace, Hope and Luck, &lt;br /&gt;Punky  (What is she doing these days???)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-5971085273767204647?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5971085273767204647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=5971085273767204647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/5971085273767204647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/5971085273767204647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/from-punky-with-love.html' title='From Punky With Love'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-5556136297658138451</id><published>2011-01-07T19:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T20:12:13.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am, blogging on a Friday night</title><content type='html'>Yes, here I am blogging on a &lt;strong&gt;Friday night&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it Tragic???????????????????????????????????????? Question mark overload. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Refreshing Tale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:  The other day, when I asked somebody that I met what he did for a living ( a guy in his 40s at least, at a meeting ), he said, "I own a wealth management firm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking: Did you go to wealth management school for that? I am just wondering, how do I get involved? Because it seems like it would be fun to manage other people's wealth all day. There have to be some &lt;strong&gt;awesome perks&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Well, if you have read the blog in the past, you know that I enjoy commenting, we shall call it, on other people's fashion choices.  I have been seeing a lot of boots (all kinds of boots!!!) and long hair lately. One bank customer's hair was down to her butt.  So I am wondering, are guys really into long hair??  Because I remember in high school I thought I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to have long hair because everyone else did.  However, I thought that most people outgrow that peculiar stage after age 18. If it looks good on you, I understand.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But does it have to be a necessity&lt;/strong&gt;?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Question mark overload. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the boots I understand. They can be sexy, and they usually look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough: Frickin' Friday Rants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ndh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-5556136297658138451?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5556136297658138451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=5556136297658138451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/5556136297658138451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/5556136297658138451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/here-i-am-blogging-on-friday-night.html' title='Here I am, blogging on a Friday night'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-8038490206562048794</id><published>2010-12-19T20:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T20:46:33.342-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saucy Hint: Reading My Blog Is Good For You</title><content type='html'>Doing a longer post is tops on my list....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The other day I was in &lt;strong&gt;Tom Thumb &lt;/strong&gt;grocery store. I noticed an 8-year old girl with tiny braids in her hair talking on a cell phone in the DAIRY AISLE. As I approached, she seemed to be telling a friend on the phone very emphatically: "It's just NASTY. It's nasty, nasty, nasty." I stood gaping in horror. I strained to hear WHAT, IN THE WORLD was so nasty, but I did not hear much of the rest of the conversation, which was the disappointment of my day.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, during the same very entertaining visit, I saw her walking in another part of the store, and she was STILL ON THE PHONE. You be the judge, &lt;strong&gt;gentle reader.   &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have been listening to: &lt;strong&gt;Kesha&lt;/strong&gt;. I bought a recent double CD with the Animal and Cannibal CDs both inside. I am not sure why she is so popular sometimes. Despite this, I still like her CDs. Alot. Oh, it's Ke$ha, I mean. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The weather is always windy, lately. When is all the wind going to go away??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep being &lt;strong&gt;NON-festive&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alice&lt;br /&gt;(n.d.h.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-8038490206562048794?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8038490206562048794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=8038490206562048794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/8038490206562048794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/8038490206562048794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/saucy-hint-reading-my-blog-is-good-for.html' title='Saucy Hint: Reading My Blog Is Good For You'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-402781987936976196</id><published>2010-11-14T19:21:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T19:23:18.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go read a book</title><content type='html'>I will do a post s o o n. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend reading &lt;strong&gt;Palo Alto&lt;/strong&gt;, by &lt;strong&gt;James Franco&lt;/strong&gt;. It is only a compilation, of short stories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give love, peace, hope and &lt;strong&gt;luck&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-402781987936976196?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/402781987936976196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=402781987936976196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/402781987936976196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/402781987936976196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/go-read-book.html' title='Go read a book'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-879010498375351570</id><published>2010-10-22T19:11:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T19:36:45.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is ... You Fill In The Blank </title><content type='html'>Gentle Readers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Brief but to the point: &lt;br /&gt;    I do not enjoy seeing holiday outfits on people ... do you??  (One or two accessories is fine, but)... today I saw a nurse (LVN)at a Dallas clinic (in Garland) wearing halloween scrubs with candy corn, and treats on them.  I normally see these types of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;horrific&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; displays at Christmas time only, but apparently people are getting more Daring and Spooky with their clothing right now. I do not see how this is attractive.  Let me be the one to say it : during the festive days leading up to Halloween, (unless it is a real halloween costume), any ghoulish outfit makes you look, either, like: a fat pumpkin, &lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt; a walking bag of candy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's the &lt;strong&gt;top 3&lt;/strong&gt; irresistible highlights for the day (Comment with your own highlights, gentle readers !) : Today, I ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early to take a test...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;received a poke, when I got blood drawn (at the same clinic where I spied the nurse) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;received an unwanted dis (that is all I will say right now, but think of the opposite sex)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I am back and better than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, god, for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;3-in-one&lt;/strong&gt; special.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-879010498375351570?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/879010498375351570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=879010498375351570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/879010498375351570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/879010498375351570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-is-you-fill-in-blank.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Life Is ... You Fill In The Blank &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-3491738021725858454</id><published>2010-10-05T20:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:02:49.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bbb is back ...</title><content type='html'>I promise to do a post soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMING SOON, I swear... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend (W. is his name) told me yesterday that "no one is &lt;strong&gt;original&lt;/strong&gt; anymore." This could be interpreted in many ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I do not think this is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for visiting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been doing things, and going to school.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;bbb&lt;br /&gt;(blogging brunette bombshell. This is the nickname I invented for myself. See? Original.  I am getting tired of the nickname.  But oh well.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-3491738021725858454?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3491738021725858454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=3491738021725858454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/3491738021725858454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/3491738021725858454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/bbb-is-back.html' title='bbb is back ...'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-7452384694016488518</id><published>2010-09-11T18:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T19:43:08.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't You Wish Your Girlfriend Was a Blogger Like Me??</title><content type='html'>having trouble posting... &lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n.d.h.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-7452384694016488518?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7452384694016488518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=7452384694016488518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/7452384694016488518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/7452384694016488518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/dont-you-wish-your-girlfriend-was.html' title='Don&apos;t You Wish Your Girlfriend Was a Blogger Like Me??'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-6023710432920145199</id><published>2010-08-29T21:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:07:06.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing A Post While Multitasking</title><content type='html'>Hello, Lively, Ordinary, readers: &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I will do a post soon.  Been busy with: little things.  &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Be aware of what you can do for the &lt;strong&gt;homeless&lt;/strong&gt; and also &lt;strong&gt;other people&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the radio, and sometimes Cds. ( I know that is not much information).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-6023710432920145199?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6023710432920145199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=6023710432920145199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/6023710432920145199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/6023710432920145199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/doing-post-while-multitasking.html' title='Doing A Post While Multitasking'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-3143838720610661855</id><published>2010-08-01T18:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T19:20:05.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Are Debating Between This Blog Post, And Another Blog Post, Read This One</title><content type='html'>Of course you should always read my blog over any other. &lt;br /&gt;That is my explanation for the above statement, and title of this blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dividing the blog into two main subjects of interest. (These are only Guidelines!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) Exclamation mark overkill. You may proceed to the area that most interests you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I. Traveling Milk For Babies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;II. What I am Worrying About&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the interest of &lt;strong&gt;Me Wanting to Eat&lt;/strong&gt;, I will keep everything as short (succinct) as possible:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I. Traveling Milk for Babies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I was in Saint Monica church in Dallas earlier today. It was an afternoon mass. I sat near the back so as to make a Quick-As-Lightning escape just in case I became severely disillusioned or bored. &lt;br /&gt;   As I casually glanced to the left, I saw a chubby baby in a stroller, about nine months old. I observed that the boy was not crying and how patient he seemed to be. Soon after, I noticed the back of his stroller. The baby had a &lt;strong&gt;BACKPACK OF TRAVELING MILK&lt;/strong&gt; with him. I was ... ALMOST JEALOUS. I have never seen this, ever... &lt;br /&gt;The backpack had a straw that led to the baby's mouth so he could take a drink of milk whenever he pleased. The infant's very chubby mother seemed to think this was nothing new. Yes, dear readers, I did stare for a few seconds at the BACKPACK OF TRAVELING MILK. While not the most exciting thing in the world, the BACKPACK OF TRAVELING MILK seemed to make the baby happy, and &lt;strong&gt;said luggage&lt;/strong&gt; certainly made my church trip more exciting.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;II. &lt;strong&gt;What I am Worrying About&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;For those poor souls who skipped to this portion, the only, &lt;strong&gt;singular&lt;/strong&gt; thing I am worrying about is ... How Can I Choose A Retail Electric Provider????????????????????????????????????????? &lt;br /&gt;Question mark overkill. &lt;br /&gt;(I got this from an Oncor advertisement).      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, in my life I am reading about Patient assessment and listening to the BBC News at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck choosing an electric provider and also the proper detergent, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;blogging brunette bombshell ( I am tired of this phrase ... but using it anyway for now).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-3143838720610661855?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3143838720610661855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=3143838720610661855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/3143838720610661855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/3143838720610661855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-you-are-debating-between-this-blog.html' title='If You Are Debating Between This Blog Post, And Another Blog Post, Read This One'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-9121992489460381575</id><published>2010-07-29T15:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T15:14:01.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>made you look !</title><content type='html'>Gentle Readers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the facts. Just the facts: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When outside of the homeless shelter today (The bridge), there was a woman (description: maybe in her 50s, wearing a white low-cut T-shirt, very skinny and missing some teeth). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she needed to "go to the bank" (I don't know which bank) and to "get some warm clothes." When I gave her the remains of a cheese omelette with a plastic fork to eat it with (I do not carry cheese omelettes around on a regular basis. Just had one with me from earlier), she said: "&lt;strong&gt;Girlfriend, I done died and went to heaven&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" (exclamation mark overload).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am writing this briefly, so you will get a quick synopsis.           &lt;br /&gt;I'll do another post soon. &lt;br /&gt;Go collect something, or SOMEONE you love.  &lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-9121992489460381575?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9121992489460381575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=9121992489460381575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/9121992489460381575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/9121992489460381575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/made-you-look.html' title='made you look !'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-157797271927753128</id><published>2010-07-25T21:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T21:32:48.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Tantalizing Post</title><content type='html'>Hi, &lt;br /&gt;   I will do a post soon...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to see &lt;strong&gt;The Karate Kid &lt;/strong&gt;(with Jaden Smith, and Jackie Chan). During the beginning of the movie (and, some of the rest of the movie) I became exhausted with watching Jaden Smith pretend to be a sad, lonely child who has just moved to China. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I enjoyed the &lt;strong&gt;Detroit&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;MI&lt;/strong&gt; scenes at the beginning of the movie ... but how many kids from Detroit really move to Beijing?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough anti-Jaden Smith rambling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios, Gentle Readers,&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-157797271927753128?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/157797271927753128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=157797271927753128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/157797271927753128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/157797271927753128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-tantalizing-post.html' title='New Tantalizing Post'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-7350032948705377119</id><published>2010-07-10T18:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T18:49:36.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>scarily exciting new picture</title><content type='html'>The above picture was taken of the snow in Dallas, TX, in Feb. 2010. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, &lt;br /&gt;alice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-7350032948705377119?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7350032948705377119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=7350032948705377119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/7350032948705377119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/7350032948705377119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/scarily-exciting-new-picture.html' title='scarily exciting new picture'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-6963752678727368709</id><published>2010-07-10T17:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T17:48:33.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Paperless. Or, go braless. Paperless, Braless, What's the Difference?</title><content type='html'>Dear Readers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual this post will be a compendium of random thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to provide some guidance so that you don't say, "W.T.F.," but if the &lt;strong&gt;Guidance &lt;/strong&gt;isn't enough, then you are left to navigate the blog and post with your Expert Cyberspace Skills only. Feel free to leave any comment you want. Whoa, but don't overload the server, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everyone telling me to &lt;strong&gt;go paperless&lt;/strong&gt;? I am a big proponent of the environment and I understand that it saves trees (I do try to go paperless when possible). In general, people should go paperless when they can. &lt;br /&gt;But ...&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to stop buying books or carry all of my books on an electronic device (like a Kindle or E-reader), just so I can "go paperless." ( I saw an ad that touted this advantage the other day, that is what sparked this thought ). I'm not against the Kindle, just do not want one right now. &lt;br /&gt;I am tired of seeing "go paperless" constantly. Also, if there was no paper and no use for it any more, wouldn't we have too many trees? Now, &lt;strong&gt;gentle readers&lt;/strong&gt;, that's a dilemma. &lt;br /&gt;I prefer to go braless.  Not &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt;, but I wanted to write that.    &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The other day I spoke to a homeless man (near Harry Hines Blvd. and Mockingbird  in Dallas) (maybe in his early 50s, with a sad look in his eye, and a very colorful T-shirt ) who, after I gave him a dollar, told me: "my foot is so swollen," (I am not sure what was wrong with his foot) and "my dog just had babies." We didn't have much time to &lt;strong&gt;chat&lt;/strong&gt;, so I was left to ponder, where does he keep his dog? In the homeless dog shelter? &lt;br /&gt;And, how can he afford a dog? I'll have to ask when I'm not stopped at a stoplight. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Delicious CD / song you've been waiting for, but were afraid to ask:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the 3 oh! 3 album,&lt;strong&gt; Streets of Gold&lt;/strong&gt;. (Okay, it's a little teenage-ish, are you surprised????????????????????????????? question mark overload) A good song on there is My First Kiss (duet with Kesha, or... if you prefer... Ke$ha). This album just came out in June. The group is from Boulder, Colorado, and basically they are white boys who rap and sing. Here is a link for you: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/3OH!3"&gt;3Oh!3&lt;/a&gt;, from wikipedia. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am working on changing the layout of the blog, so don't be surprised if you see future changes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go before I over use the &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt; symbol, Gentle Readers, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ndh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-6963752678727368709?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6963752678727368709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=6963752678727368709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/6963752678727368709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/6963752678727368709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/go-paperless-or-go-braless-paperless.html' title='Go Paperless. Or, go braless. Paperless, Braless, What&apos;s the Difference?'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-5015603679168247538</id><published>2010-07-03T19:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T19:53:27.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi.    Fresh Post Coming Up</title><content type='html'>I &lt;br /&gt; will &lt;br /&gt;     do &lt;br /&gt;        a&lt;br /&gt;           post &lt;br /&gt;                soon. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Chick Fil A earlier, I ordered a &lt;strong&gt;Peach Milkshake&lt;/strong&gt;. The cashier took a long time making my milkshake, leading me to wonder ...  Did they run out of peaches? Then: Maybe &lt;strong&gt;Georgia&lt;/strong&gt; ran out of peaches and could not ship them to Texas. Maybe the whole world ran out of peaches.&lt;br /&gt; Then, the friendly chick fil a worker returned with my shake. He said he had to open a new batch of peach flavoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so no one ran out of peaches. Or any other fruit. &lt;br /&gt;My &lt;br /&gt;bad.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have been meaning to post more on my blog, just haven't had the chance.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Do check out the &lt;strong&gt;Metric&lt;/strong&gt; CD. It is called "Fantasies" and has the song, "Gold, Guns, Girls," on it. (Sort of rock and 80s music all at once). I think it is from 2009. &lt;br /&gt;  Um, peace, love, and all that goes with it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I would say &lt;strong&gt;happy fourth&lt;/strong&gt; but I am not feeling patriotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,  &lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-5015603679168247538?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5015603679168247538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=5015603679168247538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/5015603679168247538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/5015603679168247538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/hi-fresh-post-coming-up.html' title='Hi.    Fresh Post Coming Up'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-5337726322211249813</id><published>2010-06-23T18:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T19:20:14.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>North Dallas Homegirl Is On A Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Readers&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, writing this blog post fast, and I would like to title it, "&lt;strong&gt;Random Things That Have Happened -- The Randomer The Better&lt;/strong&gt;."  Even though I may only write about one random thing (not plural), please don't critique!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Today I was in the Chase Building near the UT-Southwestern Campus waiting for a meeting to decide whether I would be able to re-take an EMT class.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in the "Food Court" (hardly a food court). Apparently my seating location was in close proximity to a shortcut to the main aisle. While I was studying, at least a dozen mall-walkers (really, Office-Walkers) cut through the handy little shortcut. Probably, today I saw more indoor-office-exercisers than I have ever seen in my life. By the tenth one, I wanted to throw something at them.  Alas, I did not have any tomatoes, only chocolate chip cookies that I did not want to &lt;strong&gt;throw&lt;/strong&gt;.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading about front-impact Motor Vehicle Collisions. So titillating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alice &lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-5337726322211249813?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5337726322211249813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=5337726322211249813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/5337726322211249813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/5337726322211249813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/north-dallas-homegirl-is-on-roll.html' title='North Dallas Homegirl Is On A Roll'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-8010034028422784285</id><published>2010-06-12T19:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T20:20:14.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Think Of Anything Mind Blowing To Write Here</title><content type='html'>hi &lt;strong&gt;Gentle Readers&lt;/strong&gt;:  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   I was at the homeless shelter today (the Bridge on Corsicana Street in downtown Dallas), volunteering. While I was standing near the librarian's desk, a man (maybe in his mid-60s, with gray hair, wearing a striped shirt) came up to the desk. This is what transpired:&lt;br /&gt;Curious Man: &lt;strong&gt;How many days is it until the 24th?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;Curious Man: How many days is it until the 24th?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Looking at the calendar on my phone) It's 12 days until the 24th. &lt;br /&gt;Curious Man: 12 days?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, 12 days. (Now the curious man started to look very disappointed).&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why, what happens on the 24th?&lt;br /&gt;Curious Man (walking out of the library): I get my check !!&lt;br /&gt; After this: I stared at the back of the curious man, envisioning him wiling away the hours until the blissful 24th of June.&lt;br /&gt;  A friend told me about the band &lt;strong&gt;The National&lt;/strong&gt;. No, I have not listened to a single song on any of their albums yet, but that does not mean you should not visit them on Wikipedia (they are from Cincinnati, Ohio):  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_National_(band)"&gt;www.wikipedia.org/thenational&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the latest update: only recent occurrence bugging me is encountering babyish-acting people. I'm not sure if this expresses it enough. I will try to express this sentiment better next time.&lt;br /&gt;Go and ride a bike. Or, pick a flower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you, damnit! I'm just the innocent blogger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-8010034028422784285?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8010034028422784285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=8010034028422784285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/8010034028422784285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/8010034028422784285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/cant-think-of-anything-mind-blowing-to.html' title='Can&apos;t Think Of Anything Mind Blowing To Write Here'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-1766543840432830827</id><published>2010-05-19T21:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:19:37.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, One More Thing</title><content type='html'>Oh, &lt;strong&gt;One More Thing&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I will do a post soon, little obssessive readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am listening to: the radio, National Public Radio, and Notorious B.I.G.'s "I Love It When You Call Me Big Poppa." The other day I got a strange look when I was playing that song in my car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone appreciates the talent of &lt;strong&gt;Notorious B.I.G.&lt;/strong&gt; and grave beauty of SOME OF his songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a shame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P e a c e.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-1766543840432830827?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1766543840432830827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=1766543840432830827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/1766543840432830827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/1766543840432830827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-one-more-thing.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Oh, One More Thing&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-8728929837537717066</id><published>2010-05-12T19:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T19:50:20.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>north dallas homegirl will be back soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for visiting, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for sending &lt;strong&gt;tons of money &lt;/strong&gt;in gratitude for my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p e a c e &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-8728929837537717066?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8728929837537717066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=8728929837537717066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/8728929837537717066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/8728929837537717066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-3675085173406974543</id><published>2010-05-08T22:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:15:25.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Check out Kesha</title><content type='html'>Hi all: &lt;br /&gt;   Please check out the Kesha album, &lt;strong&gt;Animal&lt;/strong&gt;.  Do not make fun of me for suggesting a  teenybopper album.&lt;br /&gt;The link is: &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kesha"&gt;kesha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl's got some sass. But, not more than I !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Peace and love,&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-3675085173406974543?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3675085173406974543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=3675085173406974543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/3675085173406974543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/3675085173406974543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/please-check-out-kesha.html' title='Please Check out Kesha'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-1042874014577760509</id><published>2010-05-05T19:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:38:25.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>aren't you lucky</title><content type='html'>Aren't you lucky, &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     get to read this fabulous post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I will do a post soon, lovely and gentle readers. No I did not steal that line from Miss Manners. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Ninety percent of my life is waiting. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, 99 percent of my day is spent praying. Does that count for anything, God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace &lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-1042874014577760509?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1042874014577760509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=1042874014577760509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/1042874014577760509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/1042874014577760509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/arent-you-lucky.html' title='aren&apos;t you lucky'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-5211860918050235563</id><published>2010-04-25T21:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:57:35.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe, baby ...</title><content type='html'>Gentle Readers:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe today was not a good day to be awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I did go to church and felt blessed ... almost drank some wine, which would have make church (St. Monica in Dallas, TX) even more of the &lt;strong&gt;highlight of my DAY&lt;/strong&gt; than it already was, but I did not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wine on a hot, sunny Sunday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I will entrance you with future posts, do not worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Your Fiesty Blogger, &lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ndh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-5211860918050235563?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5211860918050235563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=5211860918050235563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/5211860918050235563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/5211860918050235563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/maybe-baby.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Maybe, baby ...&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-1097208036710745011</id><published>2010-04-18T18:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T18:04:02.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>link about Phoebe Prince</title><content type='html'>Wikipedia site on Phoebe Prince:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_of_Phoebe_Prince"&gt;www.wikipedia.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and take a look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace, &lt;br /&gt;alice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-1097208036710745011?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1097208036710745011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=1097208036710745011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/1097208036710745011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/1097208036710745011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/link-about-phoebe-prince.html' title='link about Phoebe Prince'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-1650638231702084241</id><published>2010-04-18T17:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T17:49:29.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Explain Photo Above</title><content type='html'>Time to Explain Photo Above:&lt;br /&gt;    The &lt;strong&gt;striking &lt;/strong&gt;photo above is: my attempt at macro photography using the weeds next to Zoo Music in Garland, TX as the subject. Don't they look weedy? I like to practice macro photography, however the results from this close-up photography can VARY GREATLY. This could be a huge &lt;strong&gt;understatement&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;  To Jay: (sorry to be so personal, but this will only take a few sentences!) Two of the volunteers have left Club Speakeasy (Jay was asking about a writing class at the homeless shelter). Me and Beth are still doing it on Tuesdays. What did you mean by your comment? &lt;br /&gt;   Ok, back to posting for &lt;strong&gt;general public&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;   Meanness sucks. &lt;br /&gt;   This is in relation to many happenings, however one in particular:&lt;br /&gt;   If you have not heard of &lt;strong&gt;Phoebe Prince&lt;/strong&gt;, check out the latest issue of People Magazine. &lt;br /&gt;   I admit that People is not the most trustworthy or wonderful news source (with high journalistic standards!), but if you see it, grab it anyway if you can. Phoebe Prince is a 15-year-old who killed herself a few months ago in the Boston area. (Also: I first heard about this case on the BBC news, broadcast on national public radio).     &lt;br /&gt;   Again, &lt;strong&gt;mean people suck&lt;/strong&gt;. In relation to the Phoebe Prince / bullying incident: I do not understand why high school bullies would allow themselves to get out of control, or what &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enjoyment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; bullies gain from being cruel to other people. &lt;br /&gt;   I will post a link soon if I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, and give: &lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;, Peace, Hope and &lt;strong&gt;Luck&lt;/strong&gt;. (Can you "give" luck? Not really but it sounds good),&lt;br /&gt;Alice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ndh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and get a smoothie. &lt;br /&gt;Your choice of fruit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-1650638231702084241?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1650638231702084241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=1650638231702084241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/1650638231702084241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/1650638231702084241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-to-explain-photo-above.html' title='Time To Explain Photo Above'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-755366270314135520</id><published>2010-04-14T16:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T16:15:09.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I . . .</title><content type='html'>will &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read a book by &lt;strong&gt;Dave Eggers&lt;/strong&gt;, and drink: a smoothie from one of those places that attracts health nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for something that is not the usual Danielle Steele, or Dr. Seuss (Ha. Ha.), then read &lt;strong&gt;Nice Girls Don't Get the Corner Office&lt;/strong&gt; by Lois Frankel. If you are a girl, go ahead and read it, or if you are a guy and want to read it anyway, then reaed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now, &lt;strong&gt;Gentle Readers&lt;/strong&gt;. I am sick, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-755366270314135520?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/755366270314135520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=755366270314135520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/755366270314135520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/755366270314135520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/i.html' title='I . . .'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-7388629190503720390</id><published>2010-04-10T16:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T16:49:26.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting, Posting, Stop Me Before It ... Goes ...Awry</title><content type='html'>Wal Mart story:&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;I was at Wal Mart the other day.  When I got to the cashier, I was hungering to know if they carry smaller containers of the &lt;strong&gt;"Great Value Soy Milk" &lt;/strong&gt;other than the one I was buying. I asked the cashier (in her mid-30s, she was skinny and probably foreign) if Wal Mart carried smaller cartons of the delicious, healthy beverage.  Whenever I asked the question, she just said, "you do not want this one?????" &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;It took me a while to realize: she did not understand a word I said.&lt;br /&gt;   Ethnic enlightenment at Wal Mart!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! excl. mark overload. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n.d.h.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-7388629190503720390?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7388629190503720390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=7388629190503720390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/7388629190503720390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/7388629190503720390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/posting-posting-stop-me-before-it-goes.html' title='Posting, Posting, Stop Me Before It ... Goes ...Awry'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-8928160962426536795</id><published>2010-04-07T13:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T13:37:00.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go to www.heartdallas.com</title><content type='html'>dear Gentle Readers:&lt;br /&gt;   I watched 2 videos in my photography class that were absolutely heinous. I do not like when people show videos because they don't want to teach. &lt;br /&gt;Both videos were from the 80s and very &lt;strong&gt;scripted&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;  I am trying to evolve the blog into a more developed &lt;strong&gt;weblog&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever happened to ... &lt;/strong&gt; (This is a New Segment):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to ... Fruit Roll Ups?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are pleased with the new segment, let me know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Alice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://themagnetproject.com"&gt;http://www.themagnetproject.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still reading Dave Eggers (A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius), and the newspaper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-8928160962426536795?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8928160962426536795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=8928160962426536795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/8928160962426536795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/8928160962426536795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/go-to-wwwheartdallascom.html' title='Go to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.heartdallas.com&quot;&gt;www.heartdallas.com&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-3086534568501466000</id><published>2010-04-05T22:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:44:33.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Facebook Ramblings</title><content type='html'>I do not like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Random messages from people that I don't know, on Facebook, telling me I look good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?????????????????????????????????? Question mark overload. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do a post soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace. And Love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this truly expresses how I feel about random facebook messages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-3086534568501466000?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3086534568501466000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=3086534568501466000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/3086534568501466000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/3086534568501466000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-facebook-ramblings.html' title='Random Facebook Ramblings'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-4115361438918407061</id><published>2010-03-24T11:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T12:09:16.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-A-Holic</title><content type='html'>Gentle, cool readers:&lt;br /&gt;I call this on the Compendium of Everything post. I would like to write more but for various reasons, the following is all right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to go to the &lt;strong&gt;Alkaline Trio&lt;/strong&gt; concert in Dallas. I do not know if I am going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started this blog I told myself I was going to write about all kinds of topics, including how I am feeling. One &lt;strong&gt;segment&lt;/strong&gt; of how I am feeling today is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope I am not too&lt;/strong&gt; modest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope I am not too&lt;/strong&gt; kind at risk to myself.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I am not &lt;strong&gt;unaware&lt;/strong&gt; that I should push myself harder.&lt;br /&gt;These are things I have pondered before but they seem to be coming up again. To use a Spanish phrase, I have been "&lt;em&gt;muy contenta&lt;/em&gt;" lately, however I still wanted to write about these misgivings (Does anyone really use the word "misgivings?"). Muy contenta means happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;true&lt;/strong&gt; scenario: I was in Subway the other day (&lt;strong&gt;Richland College&lt;/strong&gt;). After the first Subway guy (Sandwich Artist) started my sandwhich, he left it on the "Sandwich Artist Work Area" for Sandwich Artist Number 2 to finish. Sandwich Artist Number 2, who had big hoop earrings and too much makeup (hmmmmmmmm, was she also a Makeup Artist?) took a really long time to finish the poor sandwich and was helping people who had not been in line very long. This led me to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;implore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, "Can somebody please finish my sandwich?" Of course, Sandwich Artist Number 2 got upset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this was not a very nice way to treat my Poor Sandwich. As usual, those are just the facts. I just report them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go. &lt;br /&gt;Peace, and Hair Grease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ndh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-4115361438918407061?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4115361438918407061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=4115361438918407061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/4115361438918407061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/4115361438918407061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/post-holic.html' title='Post-A-Holic'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-548708534408867948</id><published>2010-03-23T14:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T14:42:55.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just So You Know</title><content type='html'>Gentle Readers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of people in cars shouting things. Maybe because it is nice weather, I have seen certain people shouting things to me in my car &lt;strong&gt;while the window is open&lt;/strong&gt;. This has ranged from "sexy" to "mujer". It is not my dream to meet people by this method. &lt;br /&gt;I hope that the shouting and the random yelling of greetings stops!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you stop by the Farmer's Market (near Pearl Expressway and Harwood Street in Dallas) Find delicious fruit, vegetables and other items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on a delicious speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not seen any famous people or I would update you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-548708534408867948?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/548708534408867948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=548708534408867948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/548708534408867948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/548708534408867948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just So You Know'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-9009242637772463123</id><published>2010-03-20T20:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T20:36:49.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Above Picture For You</title><content type='html'>Hi: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The above picture&lt;/strong&gt; was taken at &lt;em&gt;White Rock Lake&lt;/em&gt; (?) last year. The cluelessness of the question mark is because I do not remember exactly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;where&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it was taken.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: a CD of the Bible called "The Bible Experience" (I've been listening in church. Apparently Saint Paul could find no one else to write to but &lt;strong&gt;The Corinthians&lt;/strong&gt; Didn't he have any friends to write things to???) and other delicious items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go,&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace and love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-9009242637772463123?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9009242637772463123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=9009242637772463123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/9009242637772463123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/9009242637772463123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/above-picture-for-you.html' title='The Above Picture For You'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423603303403847135.post-4940908670687946254</id><published>2010-03-17T17:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T17:46:54.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>post 165</title><content type='html'>Hi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the first lucky reader to read Post 165. You win:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt; shamrock sketch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt; green highlighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Items to discuss: &lt;br /&gt;1.) I heard a friend talking on the phone Tuesday to his mom, and he kept calling her &lt;strong&gt;"ma'am."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was briefly stunned. When he said it, it was not in a sarcastic way, but a polite way. It was coming from someone who has been in jail. It seemed out of character for a moment. &lt;br /&gt;It must be a Southern thing.&lt;br /&gt;Update for You. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to: The Winning Walk, a Christian radio program on &lt;strong&gt;90.9 FM&lt;/strong&gt; in Dallas. Do not ask me why. I accidentally turned to that station.  Also ordered a free brochure which I cannot wait to receive. No, I am not ultra-christian, as I said, I just turned to that station. It was an accident, I swear.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: listening to Julian Casablancas, &lt;strong&gt;Phrazes 4 The Young&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading: Two &lt;strong&gt;Dave Eggers&lt;/strong&gt; books, Lit by Mary Karr, Have a Little Faith by Mitch Albom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know if the link at the end of the post will work. However, I will try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being my most authentic self,&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View my photos at: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48467026@N03/"&gt;www.flickr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423603303403847135-4940908670687946254?l=northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4940908670687946254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423603303403847135&amp;postID=4940908670687946254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/4940908670687946254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423603303403847135/posts/default/4940908670687946254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northdallashomegirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/post-165.html' title='post 165'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16742714970862950791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
