<?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-7228080097615464115</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:59:41.204-08:00</updated><category term='save'/><category term='relationship'/><title type='text'>An open book of a woman's life</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is about love. Dating/Relationships, The ups and downs of being in love and what men put women through, fashion, life stages and personal necessities/ items of a woman.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318012028188829294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_nQpCFwIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJLYmCSzqHg/S220/moi3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228080097615464115.post-4502264591041994033</id><published>2008-04-12T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T10:43:52.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EARN MORE CASH!!</title><content type='html'>Refer advertisers and bloggers to BuyBlogReviews.com and earn more cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pay out 15% of total money spent on first transaction of advertisers or bloggers. 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If you refer a Blogger and when he gets his first order we pay you 15% of the money spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can earn more cash by referring more bloggers and advertisers to our site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buyblogreviews.com/welcome.php?id=242201"&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.buyblogreviews.com/images/banner3.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228080097615464115-4502264591041994033?l=anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4502264591041994033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228080097615464115&amp;postID=4502264591041994033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/4502264591041994033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/4502264591041994033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/earn-more-cash.html' title='EARN MORE CASH!!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318012028188829294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_nQpCFwIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJLYmCSzqHg/S220/moi3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228080097615464115.post-1704263354951195493</id><published>2008-04-12T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T09:15:36.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dating a Liar, a Cheater, and a Jerk"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RESwFpag_eg/SADfpIAt2MI/AAAAAAAAABs/a2l42XknHlE/s1600-h/dating+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RESwFpag_eg/SADfpIAt2MI/AAAAAAAAABs/a2l42XknHlE/s320/dating+book.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188392668348930242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a great way to express to a girlfriend that it is time for her to get rid of Mr. Wrong?  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The bottom-line: There are NO reasons--GET RID OF HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Order your copy at amazon.com, booksurge.com, alibris.com, abebooks.com, or click on the link below.  $10.99 Trade Paperback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Dating-Liar-Cheater-Jerk-Reasons/dp/1419680951/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1208013517&amp;sr=8-3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228080097615464115-1704263354951195493?l=anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1704263354951195493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228080097615464115&amp;postID=1704263354951195493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/1704263354951195493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/1704263354951195493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/dating-liar-cheater-and-jerk.html' title='&quot;Dating a Liar, a Cheater, and a Jerk&quot;'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318012028188829294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_nQpCFwIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJLYmCSzqHg/S220/moi3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RESwFpag_eg/SADfpIAt2MI/AAAAAAAAABs/a2l42XknHlE/s72-c/dating+book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228080097615464115.post-908231171785637196</id><published>2008-04-11T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:31:23.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You More Productive When You Are Single?</title><content type='html'>I was speaking to one of my cousins the other night and I pointed out to her that she seem to be more productive careerwise when she's not in a serious relationship, i.e. shacking up, engaged, or married as opposed to just screwing from time to time. She had never really thought of it that way but she sayed I was right. Without the daily drama, affection responsibilities, LOL, etc., she do get a lot more done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look back throughout your life, do you feel that you are more productive when you are single or in a committed relationship? I read a book awhile back about women who do not succeed in their careers because they put too much of their time and energy into relationships. I wonder if that is why a lot of women are waiting until later to get married and if there is a direct correlation to women owning more businesses and making more money than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the case studies in the book was about a woman who had been held back because of a man but once she decided to redirect her energy, she went from being a waitress to realizing her dream of owning several restaurants. What are your thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228080097615464115-908231171785637196?l=anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/908231171785637196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228080097615464115&amp;postID=908231171785637196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/908231171785637196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/908231171785637196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/are-you-more-productive-when-you-are.html' title='Are You More Productive When You Are Single?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318012028188829294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_nQpCFwIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJLYmCSzqHg/S220/moi3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228080097615464115.post-3514058181218961051</id><published>2008-04-09T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:31:19.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Clean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_1Dr4At2HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1biSn_kcPAc/s1600-h/always.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_1Dr4At2HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1biSn_kcPAc/s200/always.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187376766849505394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look! If you like Always Ultra Thins, you'll love their newest product, Always Clean™. It's the regular ultra thin, individually wrapped up with a feminine wipe. Protection, convenience and freshness what more could you ask for!Always Feminine Wipes are soft and lightly scented to help you feel fresh and clean all day, every day with every change. They're perfect for freshening up during your period, after activity or anytime you just want to feel fresh. And, they're flushable for easy, no worry disposal. It's just one more way Always helps you to have a happy period. Look for them in the Feminine Care aisle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228080097615464115-3514058181218961051?l=anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3514058181218961051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228080097615464115&amp;postID=3514058181218961051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/3514058181218961051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/3514058181218961051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/always-clean.html' title='Always Clean'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318012028188829294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_nQpCFwIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJLYmCSzqHg/S220/moi3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_1Dr4At2HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1biSn_kcPAc/s72-c/always.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228080097615464115.post-6399536996086810471</id><published>2008-04-09T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:58:20.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For my friend and her love</title><content type='html'>I always imagine your gentle touch&lt;br /&gt;Im so happy you know i feel this much&lt;br /&gt;Not being with you is tearing me apart &lt;br /&gt;because i now know i've got your heart&lt;br /&gt;If you could only see the luv in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Of all those nights i sat and cried&lt;br /&gt;Just look at me i'm standing here&lt;br /&gt;Just call out my name and i'll be there&lt;br /&gt;How long the wait, I don't know &lt;br /&gt;When that day comes i'll let it show&lt;br /&gt;The unconditional love i have for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228080097615464115-6399536996086810471?l=anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6399536996086810471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228080097615464115&amp;postID=6399536996086810471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/6399536996086810471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/6399536996086810471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-my-friend-and-her-love.html' title='For my friend and her love'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318012028188829294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_nQpCFwIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJLYmCSzqHg/S220/moi3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228080097615464115.post-2472651591143446531</id><published>2008-04-07T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:36:46.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair removal options for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Some women need to realize that hair removal is a necessity. Practically all men and some women would agree that it is not attractive to have hair under the arms, above upper lip and the chin area. Trust me you would not want to be FATIMA, one of the models on America's Next Top Model who was brutally embarrassed because she had a massive bush under her arm pitts. Now what i am going to do is provide the ladies who does not take care of that department with some options; and they are: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shaving is a very tradition way to remove unwanted hair, but your skin can become very irritated if you shave too often. To make the process more effective use a lotion or soap as well as a sharp blade when you shave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waxing is a fast and inexpensive way to remove unwanted hair but it can be extremely painful, especially on tender areas such as the stomach. Waxing lasts for up to a month before you will need to do it again and it slows down the growth of the hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plucking the unwanted hairs out is very painful as well. This method can be time consuming and it won't work well for areas where you have a lot of hair. It does work well for hair in the nose and ears as well as the eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can seek professional assistance to have your unwanted hair removed by laser treatments. While this is very expensive, it is one of the few ways that will result in the hair never growing back again and that perk alone makes this method a great incentive, especially for women who want to remove the hair growing above their lip permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The method you choose to remove unwanted hair will depend on your pain tolerance, the amount of time and effort you want to put into the process and the amount of money you are willing to spend. Since everyone is different, their body will react differently to the various hair removal methods and products. You might have to experiment to find the right option for your hair removal needs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228080097615464115-2472651591143446531?l=anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2472651591143446531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228080097615464115&amp;postID=2472651591143446531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/2472651591143446531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/2472651591143446531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/hair-removal-options-for-you.html' title='Hair removal options for you'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318012028188829294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_nQpCFwIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJLYmCSzqHg/S220/moi3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228080097615464115.post-2202845689403162102</id><published>2008-04-07T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T00:59:03.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking you would learn to love for a "SPECIAL SOMEONE"</title><content type='html'>Some guys could be so cruel and conniving. The time and money she had spent to see his ass the whole time he was up to no good. Can you imagine dating a guy for so long and finding out that he also had a seperate life with another woman. The things he put her through is nothing compared to a simple break up. He broke her heart but she stayed around thinking he would learn to love and drop the other woman. She loved him, deep in her heart she knew he couldn't love her but she just kept holding on, she should've let him go. I thought she Couldn't do without him, I felt she needed him in her world. She decided to give up loving him altogether and her heart can't take no more of him, she was sad and lonely. Now she's gone, he's ringing off her phone but she rather be alone. They have both grown and she's hoping that her life experience with him would teach him how to love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228080097615464115-2202845689403162102?l=anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2202845689403162102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228080097615464115&amp;postID=2202845689403162102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/2202845689403162102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/2202845689403162102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/thinking-you-would-learn-to-love-for.html' title='Thinking you would learn to love for a &quot;SPECIAL SOMEONE&quot;'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318012028188829294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_nQpCFwIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJLYmCSzqHg/S220/moi3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228080097615464115.post-8970953572226344962</id><published>2008-03-31T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:37:26.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOCIAL NETWORK WOMEN</title><content type='html'>ATTENTION SOCIAL NETWORK WOMEN, IF YOU'RE HALF NAKED, WITH EXPOSED BODY PARTS, SCANTILY CLAD, WITH PROVOCATIVE POSES, AND YOUR MYSPACE PAGE HAS SEXUAL INNUENDOS ON THEM, WHY DO YOU GET UPSET IF A GUY WHO'S HITTING UP YOUR PAGE, SAYS SOMETHING SEXUALLY EXPLICIT TO YOU? THAT'S SENDING MIXED MESSAGES TO THE MYSPACE MEN'S WORLD. YOU SAY RESPECT YOU, BUT YOU'RE HALF- NAKED.I REMEMBER AN OLD COMMERCIAL USE TO SAY "YOU NEVER GET A SECOND CHANCE TO MAKE A FIRST IMPRESSION". YOUR PICTURES ARE THE REPRESENTATIVE OF WHO YOU ARE WHEN YOU ARE NOT PRESENT. SO THAT'S BEGINS THE ONLOOKERS IMPRESSIONS OF YOU, WHETHER MENTAL OR PHYSICAL. YOU CAN'T SAY DON'T WRITE ME WITH THOSE LAME ASS PICK-UP LINES OR ONE-NIGHT STAND BANTER, IF YOUR BODY PARTS ARE HANGING OUT OR EXPOSED. THOSE EXPOSED PARTS ARE FOR MEN, BOYFRIENDS OR HUSBANDS IN YOUR LIVES. NOT FOR THE PREVERTS AND SICKOS OUT THERE. WHEN WE FIRST MEET A WOMAN THE ONLY THING WE HAVE TO GO ON IS THE OUTER APPEARANCE, BECAUSE WE DON'T KNOW YOUR PERSONALITY OR YOUR CHARACTER TRAITS AS A HUMAN. DON'T EXPECT TO BE TREATED OR SEEN AS A RESPECTABLE LADY IF YOU'RE EXPOSING YOUR BODY. IT'S SACRED AND KEPT FOR YOUR FUTURE HUSBAND OR PRESENT HUSBAND AND BOYFRIEND AT THE TIME. I NEVER UNDERSTOOD THE LOGIC OF WOMEN BEING SO MAD OR UPSET AT MEN GAWKING AND LOOKING AT THEIR EXPOSED BREASTS, TIGHT HIP HUGGING JEANS, AND VIDEO VIXEN REAR ENDS, ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE ENHANCING IT SO YOU CAN BE SEEN OR WANT IT TO BE NOTICE. I'M NOT CONDONING THE DISRESPECT OF WOMAN, NOT AT ALL, BUT ON THE CONTRARY DON'T BRING ADDED ATTENTION TO SOMETHING THAT'S GOING TO PUT YOU IN AN UNCOMFORTABLE DECISION TO DEFEND YOUR VALUES ABOUT YOUR SEXUALLY CHARGED DRESSING HABITS. YOU CAN DRESS SEXY WITHOUT SHOWING YOUR BREASTS. LEAVE SOMETHING TO THE IMAGINATION. HERE'S A LITTLE SECRET FROM ME TO YOU WOMEN. IF YOU SHOW ALL YOUR GOODIES UP FRONT AND EARLY, THE MAN GETS BORED AND COMPLACENT AND STARTS TO LOOK FOR SOMETHING ELSE, BECAUSE YOU SHOWED HIM EVERYTHING ALREADY AND HE'S READY TO MOVE ON. THERE'S NO MYSTERY TO YOUR NAKEDNESS ANY LONGER. THE NEWNESS OF THE PRODUCT HAS WORN OFF. MEN LOVE MYSTERY, IT FORCES THEM TO FIND THE TRUE YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228080097615464115-8970953572226344962?l=anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8970953572226344962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228080097615464115&amp;postID=8970953572226344962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/8970953572226344962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/8970953572226344962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/2008/03/social-network-women.html' title='SOCIAL NETWORK WOMEN'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318012028188829294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_nQpCFwIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJLYmCSzqHg/S220/moi3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228080097615464115.post-822891024394342407</id><published>2008-03-23T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:25:19.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yeah, relationships go through all sorts of changes as many of us are accustomed to knowing that. One of the things in particular is break-ups. It happens, sometimes over and over again to the same people in our life. Well I realized it was becoming an on going reality with me, that for some reason, I wore that magical sign I didnt see that said "Hey You, yeah over there, if you are fat, ugly, dumb, have no money, wanna try to live off of me, &amp; never better yourself, take out all your anger problems on others, &amp; just generally use me, well you've come to the right place, apply here, apparently I'm a sucker for that." You know what I'm getting at, all the jerks out there. It's pretty pathetic when you are in conversation with friends and you mention my ex, and they all say "which one sweetie, because you have a few.." that I began to realize a trend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I made a commitment to myself just about 2 years ago, the next lasting relationship I entered would be the last, no matter how it turned out. I met a very great man. Kind hearted, determined individual, he has great morals, I could go on. For various reasons after a lengthy time together he had to end the relationship just recently. Although I am extremely heart broken &amp; I do love him very much, I understand why. He will be gone for a while. I have to respect his decision I guess. I told him I would be willing to accept him back when he returns because in my eyes there is no one else, &amp; I have no apparent need to date again. Everyone feels that I am being crazy for not wanting to date again, and wanting to 'wait' to see if he will want to take a chance with me when he returns. But in my heart I feel that he is the only one for me, the only man that I want around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to get back out into the dating thing just to set myself up for another failure. I mean have you ever heard any of the lame pick up lines that the men try to use on us women?? I'll give you the worst I have heard, and guys actually think they are going to get somewhere with sophisticated intelligent women such as ourselves!! Too funny!! So yes, mean while I may feel like I am all tied up in knots, but that is okay, even if there may be an ounce of hope later, even if not, I am choosing not to let myself get hurt again. I am only devoting my heart to one man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the lines I have heard, feel free to leave any that you may have heard too that are just as bad!    1) You are a fine piece of meat!  2) Youre hair is as soft as cotton.   3) Umm hey you wanna go home with me and fuck?? I'll pay for the taxi home.   4)  Damn girl you sure know how to move, you wanna try out any on me? (sure how about my foot in your crotch)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These among the typical jerks out there is why I refuse to date again! Stupidity men!!! Learn how to treat a lady and respect her, you might have a better chance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228080097615464115-822891024394342407?l=anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/822891024394342407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228080097615464115&amp;postID=822891024394342407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/822891024394342407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/822891024394342407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-yeah-relationships-go-through-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318012028188829294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_nQpCFwIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJLYmCSzqHg/S220/moi3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228080097615464115.post-1369462132106205221</id><published>2008-03-11T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:26:51.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unaware of unconditional love</title><content type='html'>You always say im soft for all the times you made me cry &lt;br /&gt;and walked away saying good bye, i know i hurt you and &lt;br /&gt;for that im sorry, i cared for you, for us you can't tell me &lt;br /&gt;that this was just lust, for 9 years my love for you has just &lt;br /&gt;gotten stronger and deeper. All those nights under the stars &lt;br /&gt;in my car just tonight you feel so far.. Although you're giving &lt;br /&gt;me 2 days to think, I don't wanna seperate. &lt;br /&gt;Just that might destroy my whole world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228080097615464115-1369462132106205221?l=anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1369462132106205221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228080097615464115&amp;postID=1369462132106205221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/1369462132106205221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/1369462132106205221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/unaware-of-unconditional-love.html' title='Unaware of unconditional love'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318012028188829294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_nQpCFwIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJLYmCSzqHg/S220/moi3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228080097615464115.post-8320877954697946652</id><published>2008-03-09T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T10:11:27.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are....</title><content type='html'>Black, strong, quiet, loud;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short, tall, handsome proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what you want, and how to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go get it;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your spirituality is strong, and with that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your time is not promise, so you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spread it all around;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a Man of many words, and is known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from town to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Women that meet you wants to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claim you as their own;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it takes a very unique strong Black Woman,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to take her seat on the throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That chosen one that the Creator shows favor;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You powerful Strong Black Man, and it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shows in your behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see it in your walk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hear in in your voice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you part your lips to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rare jewel, a precious gem by far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women will do anything to get to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be it by plane, train, or car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To share a part of your world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the greatest blessing of all;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you have a way in making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us feel ten feet tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if our ways should ever part,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the love we share end,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than know that you will ever be in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you will be my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228080097615464115-8320877954697946652?l=anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8320877954697946652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_nQpCFwIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJLYmCSzqHg/S220/moi3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228080097615464115.post-2129830146241388459</id><published>2008-03-02T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:50:30.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whipped</title><content type='html'>Ooh la la! Feel the luxury and taste the decadence of one of Pure Romance’s top-selling products. Whipped is a unique body cream with skin softening moisturizers (including Shea Butter). The rich, buttery texture is flavored for edible massages or a playful lubricant to enhance the mood. We recommend using Whipped with all c-rings and male stimulators due to its long-lasting emollient texture. It is water-based topical lubricant made with all natural flavorings. This tasty body cream has skin softening moisturizers (Shea Butter) and a rich, buttery texture. It can be used simply for lubrication or masturbation, or massage it all over the body to create unique sweet sensations. Can be rinsed off with warm water, is sugar free and is safe with polyurethane condoms.&lt;br /&gt;The emollient texture can provide long lasting-lubrication and helps to prevent discomfort during intercourse. It is also a wonderful lubricant to use with any c-ring and male stimulator– aiding in the comfort of the application and removal. Whipped has a nice, creamy texture, making it great to use for an all over body massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To order please email me at kashmiraprile@pureromance.com or call 231-670-9694&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To view other products, please visit: www.kashmiraprile.pureromance.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228080097615464115-2129830146241388459?l=anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2129830146241388459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228080097615464115&amp;postID=2129830146241388459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/2129830146241388459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/2129830146241388459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/2008/03/whipped.html' title='Whipped'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318012028188829294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_nQpCFwIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJLYmCSzqHg/S220/moi3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228080097615464115.post-6489284656395581912</id><published>2008-02-13T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:19:54.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder why life is the way it is for some, and others it is so much different? I wonder this alot lately, as I have been struggling with some different things that have been going on. Whether it is personal, or family issues, relationship related, financial, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people make certain things in life seem so endlessly easy, and a natural occurance for them. You never see them struggle with the same issues as others have. You wonder why cant your life be like that at times, or just once even...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end you know that everything does happen for a reason and that God has a plan for all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228080097615464115-6489284656395581912?l=anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6489284656395581912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228080097615464115&amp;postID=6489284656395581912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/6489284656395581912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/6489284656395581912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/2008/02/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318012028188829294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_nQpCFwIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJLYmCSzqHg/S220/moi3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228080097615464115.post-3528423373770678747</id><published>2008-02-10T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T09:20:13.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A preview</title><content type='html'>REWINDING BACK TO THE DEBUT;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN LOVE WAS NEW,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN ANIMATED ATTRACTION; ACHIEVED BY SPECIAL EFFECTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELABORATELY STAGED; SO THAT YOU WOULDN'T SUSPECT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SOON THE AUDIENCE QUIETS; THEY ONLY WHISPER TO CRITICIZE, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN A SURPRISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A DREAMS DEMISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH LOVE YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TO IMPROVISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO NOW YOU MOTION THROUGH LIFE LIKE A COMATOSE SOUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH NO DEFINING ROLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO LONGER INTERESTED IN RUNNING SCRIPT;OR READING THROUGH THE LINES,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHATTERED HEARTS DON'T BEAT; THEY JUST PANTOMIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU TRY TO FAST FORWARD TO THE END BUT IT ONLY REENACTS THE START,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORCED TO SIT THROUGH THE CURTAIN CALL;BEFORE YOU CAN DEPART,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL YOU DESPERATELY, ACCEPT THE PART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF A TYPECAST HEART.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228080097615464115-3528423373770678747?l=anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3528423373770678747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228080097615464115&amp;postID=3528423373770678747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/3528423373770678747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/3528423373770678747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/2008/02/preview.html' title='A preview'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318012028188829294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_nQpCFwIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJLYmCSzqHg/S220/moi3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228080097615464115.post-3176928007778528807</id><published>2008-02-08T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:35:09.612-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='save'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Save your relationship effectively</title><content type='html'>Here are some simple ways that can save a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communicate with your partner. Communication is one of the most effective keys. This should always be included in the list as to why more and more couples these days break up without even admitting the real reason why things did not turn out the way they expected them to be for their relationship. So when things are getting out of hand, partners should talk things over and speak about their resentment before it is too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through communication, both will have a clear picture of what is going on, why the conflict is happening, and what relationship rescue methods can be done to help pass this period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know when to keep quiet. Although silence could not be the best solution to save a relationship, but it does contribute a lot so the problem will not annoy you. Most often, when couples are having conflicts, they tend to talk too much, as a result, they neglect one of the most important parts of a relationship and that is listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partners should know when to keep quiet during a heated argument. It is not a good idea to raise voices, shout at each other or, even worse, resort to physical violence to silence the other. When both are angry, they should let their heavy emotions decrease first before speaking, because more often than not, an angry person speaks without reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend time to be alone for a while. If communication and keeping in silence did not work as part of the relationship rescue scheme, spending time alone could be the best thing to do for the meantime. Conflict can:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strengthen the relationship &lt;br /&gt;Break the relationship. &lt;br /&gt;If these conflicts are repeated in circles everyday, both partners may become fed up and think that the solution is to end the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this can be prevented if both have some space for a while and try to review their feelings and recognise where their mistakes are. This can be an effective relationship rescue method because sometimes people realise the importance of their partner when he or she is not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both partners should realise that ending the relationship is not always the best solution to ending a conflict. Follow these relationship rescue methods instead, to resolve them. No matter what conflicts there are in a relationship, both partners to make their relationship even stronger by confronting and solving the conflict&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228080097615464115-3176928007778528807?l=anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3176928007778528807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228080097615464115&amp;postID=3176928007778528807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/3176928007778528807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/3176928007778528807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/save-your-relationship-effectively.html' title='Save your relationship effectively'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318012028188829294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_nQpCFwIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJLYmCSzqHg/S220/moi3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228080097615464115.post-3600923255520571388</id><published>2008-02-07T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T09:30:32.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a poem for my baby</title><content type='html'>No matter what our troubles, I still love you,&lt;br /&gt;As though a part of me were also you.&lt;br /&gt;Life isn’t easy, but I know without you&lt;br /&gt;There will be bitterness in all I do.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the broken heaven in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;The blight that will outlast the years of healing,&lt;br /&gt;The darkness underneath all time and art,&lt;br /&gt;The pain that from within there’s no concealing.&lt;br /&gt;We were so much in love when we first met,&lt;br /&gt;A river that would reach, in time, the sea.&lt;br /&gt;We ought not let despair turn to regret,&lt;br /&gt;But be through choice what love chose us to be.&lt;br /&gt;No love can last except it be through will.&lt;br /&gt;Were wastelands in our path, I’d love you still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228080097615464115-3600923255520571388?l=anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3600923255520571388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228080097615464115&amp;postID=3600923255520571388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/3600923255520571388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/3600923255520571388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/2008/02/poem-for-my-baby.html' title='a poem for my baby'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318012028188829294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_nQpCFwIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJLYmCSzqHg/S220/moi3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228080097615464115.post-2474641802589867547</id><published>2008-02-03T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:29:36.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO MORE ABUSE OF OUR WOMEN</title><content type='html'>FIRST OF ALL ANY MAN THAT HITS A WOMAN IS A PUNK, COWARD, AND LESS OF A MAN. IF YOU MUST HIT HER, YOU DON’T NEED BE WITH HER. WHAT’S THE LOGIC BEHIND MEN HITTING WOMEN ANYWAY? IS TO HAVE THEIR MASCULINITY TO THRIVE IN THEIR RELATIONSHIP. I’N NOT TALKING ABOUT THE GOOD MEN OUT THERE, I’M TALKING TO THOSE ABUSIVE MEN, WITH THE CHILD-LIKE ANTICS OF PASSING BLOWS TO WOMEN’S LOWER AND UPPER EXTREMITIES. WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO DEFACE SOMETHING GOD CREATED AS A MASTERPIECE FOR YOU AND HIMSELF? AND WHAT’S THAT MASTERPIECE YOU MIGHT ASK? WOMEN! THAT’S WHAT MASTERPIECE! THIS IS FOR ALL THOSE GUTLESS, SPINE-LESS, AND OFTEN TIMES PSYCHOLOGICALLY DISTURBED MEN, WHO FROM CHILDHOOD WAS ABUSED THEMSELVES. I’M TALKING TO THOSE INDIVIDUALS WHO BEAT WOMEN LIKE IT’S A CONTACT SPORT, I’M TALKING TO THOSE MEN, WHO’S A CHILD IN A MAN’S BODY. YOU’RE OUT THERE BEATING OUR MOTHERS, HIS SISTERS, MY AUNTS, THEIR NIECES, AND ALL OF OUR GRANDMAS. DON’T DEFACE WHAT GOD CONSIDERS HIS GREATEST MASTERPIECE BESIDE MEN THEMSELVES. WOMEN ARE LOVING, BEAUTIFUL, SEXY , SOFT, CURVY, MOTHERLY, AND ALWAYS HAVE THEIR ARMS OUT TO HUG US UNCONDITIONALLY. THEY BIRTH US FROM MESSY DIAPERS, THEY WIPED OUT SNOTTY NOSES, THEY KISSED OUR INJURIES, LIKE WHEN WE FELL OFF THE SWING AND SLIDING BOARDS. I CONTINUE TO ENCOURAGE THOSE BROTHERS OUT THERE WHO ARE TAKING CARE OF OUR WOMEN AND I MEAN ALL NATIONALITY OF WOMEN.MEN CONTINUE TO PUT COCOA BUTTER ON HERE BRUISED BACK, MEN CONTINUE TO WIPE HER TEARS AWAY, BECAUSE HER FRAME IS BEATEN SEVERELY, MEN CONTINUE TO KEEP YOUR ARM UNDERNEATH HER HEAD AS A PILLOW TO SOFTEN HER HEAD AS SHE TRIES TO SLEEP THE PAIN AWAY, EVEN THOUGH YOUR ARM IS ARE FALLING ASLEEP. LOVE YOUR WOMEN, SYMPATHIZE WITH YOUR WOMEN, HUG YOUR WOMEN SO TIGHT TO THE POINT THAT THE ONLY PERSON THAT CAN GET IN BETWEEN YOU AND HER IS GOD ALMIGHTY HIMSELF. THE WOMEN IS MAN ELIXIR TO A HOSTILE AND CRUEL WORLD. AND WOMEN DON’T  MAKE EXCUSES FOR DOMESTIC ABUSE BY THAT SIGNIFICANT OTHER. YOUR BODY IS A TEMPLE NOT TO BE BEATEN, BUT TO BE LOVED AND HONORED. IT’S NEVER OKAY TO BEAT A WOMAN. I’VE SEEN TOO MANY WOMEN THINK THAT IT WAS OKAY TO BE BEATEN. YOU HAVE CHILDREN TO RAISE WOMEN, TO BE NUTURED AND LOVED. SO DON’T LET HIM BEAT YOU TO THE POINT OF WHEN YOU START SAYING "HE BEATS ME BECAUSE HE LOVES ME" LOVE DOESN’T INJURY PHYSICALLY. WOMEN LOVE YOURSELF SO MIGHTLY, THAT IT REFLECTS THE LOVE THAT GOD HAVES FOR YOU, AND YOU WON’T LET ANOTHER MAN BEAT YOU. I’M  TRYING TO BRING TO LIGHT A SUBJECT THAT SOCIETY SAYS, IT’S  NONE OF OUR BUSINESS BECAUSE IT’S BEHIND THE COUPLE’S DOORS. AND I SAY THAT’S A DAMN LIE. IT IS OUR BUSINESS. WE NEED TO START TO RESPECTING WOMEN. MEN WE NEED TO TAKE OUR PLACE AS GUARDIANS AND DEFENDERS OF WOMEN AS GOD INTENDED IT TO BE. IF YOU WANT TO FIGHT SOMEONE, FIGHT ANOTHER MAN, OR BETTER YET, FIGHT A POLICE OFFICER AND LET’S SEE WHERE THAT GET’S YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228080097615464115-2474641802589867547?l=anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2474641802589867547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228080097615464115&amp;postID=2474641802589867547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/2474641802589867547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/2474641802589867547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-more-abuse-of-our-women.html' title='NO MORE ABUSE OF OUR WOMEN'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318012028188829294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_nQpCFwIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJLYmCSzqHg/S220/moi3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228080097615464115.post-5015538770696389885</id><published>2008-01-26T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:31:32.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Beauty</title><content type='html'>LADIES, WOMEN, AND GIRLS, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. YOU DEFINE YOUR BEAUTY, DON’T LET MEN SIT IN THEIR CORPORATE BOARDROOMS SETTING BEAUTY STANDARDS FOR YOU. IT’S GETTING MORE COMPETITIVE FOR WOMEN OF TODAY, IN THE BEAUTY FIELD, BUT FOR WHAT? TO HAVE SOMEONE OF THE OPPOSITE SPECIES(SOMETIMES THE SAME SPECIES AS WELL) TELL YOU THAT YOU ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL, BECAUSE YOU DON’T FIT INTO THEY’RE PACKAGED IMAGE OF BEAUTY. LADIES YOU’RE KILLING YOURSELVES TRYING TO FIT INTO THE THAT IMPOSSIBLE MOLD OF THIN,  FULL LIPS, AND 110 POUND FRAME THAT THEY’RE SELLING YOU. THEY’RE TELLING TO CHANGE YOU’RE HAIR COLOR, SO YOU DESTROY YOUR HAIR FOLLICALS WITH PERIOXIDE AND HAIR DYE, THEY TELL YOU LOSE WEIGHT(NOT FOR HEALTHY REASONS THOUGH), THEN YOU GOT GET THREE-FOURTHS OF YOUR STOMACH REMOVED AND STICK YOUR FINGERS DOWN YOUR MOUTH CONSTANTLY, UNTIL YOU DEVELOP BULIMIA, BEAUTY MARKETERS TELL YOU GET INTO A SIZE TWO OR SMALLER, THEN YOU GET RIBS REMOVED, THEY ALSO TELL YOU TO YOUR BREASTS ARE TOO SMALL, SO WHAT DO YOU, YOU GET BREAST IMPLANTS TO GET TO THEY ALL-AMERICAN STANDARD OF BEAUTY THAT MEN HAS SET SO HIGH FOR YOU WOMEN TO CHASE AFTER, EVEN UNTIL SICKNESS AND DEATH. THEY’RE ARE BOTCHED SURGERIES ALL THE TIME WITH WOMEN PURSUING THAT MARILYN MONROE STATUESQUE BODY. OH WOMEN, BEAUTY IS NOT YOUR LOOKS OR  YOUR PERTRUDING BREASTS OR LACK OF CLOTHING. BEAUTY IS IN YOUR PERSONALITY, CHARACTER, AND HOW YOU CARRY YOURSELF. WOMEN ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CREATURES EVER CREATED. THE ONLY MAN YOU SHOULD CONSULT ABOUT YOUR BEAUTY IS GOD, YOUR CREATOR. YOU BROKE THE MOLD WHEN HE CREATED ALL WOMAN. MOTHER HOOD IS AWESOMELY BEAUTIFUL. DON’T HARM YOUR BODY AND SELF-ESTEEM, TRYING TO LIVE UP TO STANDARDS THAT ARE IN REALITY ARE FANTASY AND IMAGINATION. YOUR FLAWS ARE BEAUTIFUL, YOUR MISHAPS ARE BEAUTIFUL, THOSE CHILDREN THAT YOU HAVE FOR THOSE MEN WHO SETS THE STANDARD OF BEAUTY ARE BEAUTIFUL. GET IT IN YOUR HEAD LADIES. YOU ARE THE ESSENCE THE ENTAILS WHAT BEAUTY IS., NOT MAN,. YOU DEFINE WITHIN YOURSELF INDIVIDUALLY WHAT’S BEAUTIFUL TO YOU. HOW CAN ANOTHER HUMAN BEING WITH FLAWS AND WHO MAKES COUNTLESS MISTAKES,(WHICH IS ALL OF US) DICTATE WHAT BEAUTY IS? HE HAS NO EXPERIENCE IN PERFECTION, BECAUSE NO ONE IS PERFECT, SO HOW CAN HE SET PERFECTION IN BEAUTY AS SOMETHING TO SHOOT FOR. THOSE WHO PROMOTE MODELS AND MOVIES STARS, ARE PART OF THE BEAUTY MARKETING MACHINE HELPING THEM TO SELL YOU THEIR IDEAS OF BEAUTY, SAYING IF YOU DON’T LOOK LIKE THEM THEN YOU’RE NOT WHAT’S HAPPENING. SO THEY TELL YOU THESE THINGS IN MAGAZINES, VIDEOS, MOVIES, COMMERCIALS, BILLBOARDS AND COUNTLESS OTHER ADVERTISEMENTS. YOUR BEAUTY IS INTERNAL , AND NOT PHYSICAL. YOUR BEAUTY INTERIOR IS JUST ENCASED BY AN EXTERIOR DRESSED TO SUPPRESS YOUR TRUE SELF. WHO YOU ARE IS WITHIN YOU AT ALL TIMES. SO WOMEN UNDERSTAND AND KNOW HOW RAVISHING, SEXY, AND ATTRACTIVE YOU ARE IN BOTH AREAS OF LIFE, INTERNALLY AND PHYSICALLY, BUT ONLY AS YOU DEFINE YOURSELF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228080097615464115-5015538770696389885?l=anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5015538770696389885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228080097615464115&amp;postID=5015538770696389885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/5015538770696389885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/5015538770696389885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/2008/01/your-beauty.html' title='Your Beauty'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318012028188829294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_nQpCFwIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJLYmCSzqHg/S220/moi3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228080097615464115.post-3260812085995255599</id><published>2008-01-18T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:01:20.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a woman needs</title><content type='html'>"I bought you something while I was out", he says as he pulls out a bag from behind the sofa. She opens the bag, pulls back the decorative paper and sees an eye-catching piece of silk lingerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is beautful", she says as she holds it up to her body. Her mouth speaks one thing, but her soul screams another....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a woman desires in a relationship, from her heart, is to feel loved.  She can look around the room and see the expensive perfumes, the shimmering diamonds, the sexy lingerie....all enhancing her outer beauty, but not her heart and soul. She wants you to not only tell her that you love her, but she wants to feel it. Gifts can bring a smile on the outside, but real love makes her smile within. When a woman feels loved, you will get the best of her. She is safe with you so there is no reservation. When she feels loved, there is nothing she would withhold from you....no thoughts, no dreams, no worries. Let your gift be the gift of true love....that is what she so desires.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228080097615464115-3260812085995255599?l=anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3260812085995255599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228080097615464115&amp;postID=3260812085995255599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/3260812085995255599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/3260812085995255599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-woman-needs.html' title='what a woman needs'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318012028188829294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_nQpCFwIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJLYmCSzqHg/S220/moi3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228080097615464115.post-5672055923700138331</id><published>2008-01-12T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T09:17:49.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>was it love or was it not</title><content type='html'>Was it love or was it not,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what once was certain, I have forgot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with what instrument could I use to measure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the value of buried treasure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were memories diminished by time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or magnified by the mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does love share the same devotion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or even question the notion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was it love or was it not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a gain when love is lost,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the expense equivalent to the cost,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovers gambling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearts at stake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everlasting love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or never-ending heartache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the pain real or psychosomatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do thoughts evoke sensation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or am I just being romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptoms leave no indication,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still left to balance the equation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was it love or was it not&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228080097615464115-5672055923700138331?l=anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5672055923700138331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228080097615464115&amp;postID=5672055923700138331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/5672055923700138331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/5672055923700138331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/2008/01/was-it-love-or-was-it-not.html' title='was it love or was it not'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318012028188829294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_nQpCFwIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJLYmCSzqHg/S220/moi3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228080097615464115.post-8905799304025350699</id><published>2008-01-09T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:44:29.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>As lovers sit beside each other &lt;br /&gt;eye to eye they see &lt;br /&gt;how meaning full and full of love &lt;br /&gt;each other shall always be &lt;br /&gt;Love they say is too strong for words &lt;br /&gt;and too strong to throw around &lt;br /&gt;but nothing feels more like love &lt;br /&gt;then listening to their hearts which pound &lt;br /&gt;Love is the most incredible feeling &lt;br /&gt;one usually describes with sighs &lt;br /&gt;you can feel the warmth and respect &lt;br /&gt;when you look into your lovers eyes &lt;br /&gt;If Love should ever come within two hearts &lt;br /&gt;their souls will become one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228080097615464115-8905799304025350699?l=anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8905799304025350699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228080097615464115&amp;postID=8905799304025350699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/8905799304025350699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/8905799304025350699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318012028188829294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_nQpCFwIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJLYmCSzqHg/S220/moi3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228080097615464115.post-3004666709113699169</id><published>2008-01-07T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:42:31.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE WITH LOVE!!!</title><content type='html'>As the days go by you think about your future. what you want to be? Love? Will you get married to your elementary sweetheart? Eventually... do you love them enough to marry them?&lt;br /&gt;Life can be hard when you don't have one along side to help you through your struggles. When you do, they make everything so stress free. Sometimes you have to think why does he love me? What does he love about me?&lt;br /&gt;You love him so, around him you feel ultimate peace, contentment, desires, and unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;I love it when he holds me tight in his arms, my body fills with ecstasy just feeling his heart beat through my hand which caresses his physique, tells me that everything will be alright. Just put your trust in him and just maybe your future entails happiness. I love you. I don't know what my life will be without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228080097615464115-3004666709113699169?l=anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3004666709113699169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228080097615464115&amp;postID=3004666709113699169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/3004666709113699169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/3004666709113699169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-with-love.html' title='LIFE WITH LOVE!!!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318012028188829294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_nQpCFwIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJLYmCSzqHg/S220/moi3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228080097615464115.post-6562402935320976364</id><published>2008-01-04T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T10:06:43.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The feeling you give..</title><content type='html'>The feeling you give is like a cool gentle breeze on a hot summer day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      the feeling that you can accomplish anything that stands in your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling you give can make the worst day seems fair,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      even though when you need someone, no one seems to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling you give is the kind that you can’t fake it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      because all that you have been through, you know you can make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling you give make one tingle inside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      when others are around you, you just can’t hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the feeling that you are given to me, making me safe, care of, love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      because the only other feeling is the one I get from above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228080097615464115-6562402935320976364?l=anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6562402935320976364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228080097615464115&amp;postID=6562402935320976364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/6562402935320976364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/6562402935320976364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/2008/01/feeling-you-give.html' title='The feeling you give..'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318012028188829294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_nQpCFwIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJLYmCSzqHg/S220/moi3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228080097615464115.post-4962523256718163678</id><published>2008-01-02T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T10:05:47.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do men do what they do</title><content type='html'>I had a crush on this man (Jammie) since high school.  Life happend and 18 yrs later we become a couple.  My dreams had come true.  Well, I finally understand that saying be careful what you wish for.  I truly loved this guy and he did nothing but accuse me of cheating and lying to him.  I loved him so I thought love would conquor all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today he ends it with me because I have been talking to people on my space.  He had it in is head that I was going to cheat with people from all over the world.  I’m not a rich women and I am trying to figure out how I going to finance these trist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had been visiting chat rooms and had communication with other women.  So, when I saw my computer, he wanted to read my mail.  I had no problem with it because I did nothing wrong.  He erased all of his commications with other women and the chat rooms he visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think of it he did me a favor.  I wish him luck and to learn how to trust people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228080097615464115-4962523256718163678?l=anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4962523256718163678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228080097615464115&amp;postID=4962523256718163678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/4962523256718163678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/4962523256718163678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-do-men-do-what-they-do.html' title='Why do men do what they do'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318012028188829294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_nQpCFwIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJLYmCSzqHg/S220/moi3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228080097615464115.post-1369623431137082835</id><published>2007-12-30T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:35:38.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randon thoughts: The solution</title><content type='html'>LOVE, LOVE, AND MORE LOVE IS THE SOLUTION! NOT THAT MOVIE HOLLYWOOD LOVE EITHER. THAT I BEEN RAISED AND GROOMED IN MOTHER AFRICA'S WOMB KIND OF LOVE. WE LOST THAT LOVE FOR ONE ANOTHER. IT WAS TAKEN AND TORN FROM US DURING SLAVERY. OUR VALUES OF LOVE, SOLIDARITY, AND EACH ONE TEACH ONE, WAS REPLACED WITH GREED, JEALOUSLY, HATRED OF OUR OWN SKIN, AND DISRESPECT OF OUR WOMEN. THESE NEW VALUES WERE PSYCHOLOGICALLY AND PHYSICALLY INSTILLED IN US BY WILLIE LYNCH AS HE PASS IT DOWN TO THE OTHER SLAVE OWNERS. WE WERE "AMERICANIZED" WITH THE SLAVE MASTERS VALUES. THEY WERE GIVEN AND INSTILLED IN US TO CREATE DISCORD AND CONFLICT AMONG US, AND ALSO CREATE A DEPENDENCY UPON THEM. OUR LOVE IS GREATER THAN THESE MENTAL STRONGHOLDS. OUR LOVE FOR ONE ANOTHER DESTROYS THAT "CRABS IN THE BUCKET" MENTALLY THAT SOME OF US HAVE. WE NEED TO START APPRECIATING OUR BLACK SISTERS AND FATHER OUR CHILDREN RESPONSIBLY, INSTEAD OF THE GOVERNMENT TRYING TO PLAY DAD TO OUR CHILDREN. WE NEED TO GET BACK TO "IT TAKES A VILLAGE TO RAISE A CHILD", NO LONGER TURNING OUR HEADS TO VIOLENT, MISCHIEVOUS, AND DISCONNECTED YOUTH. WE NEED TO BE ACCOUNTABLE OF OUR YOUTHS WHEREABOUTS, EDUCATION, MANNERS, FRIENDS, AND TO LISTEN TO THEM AS THEY SPEAK TO US. EVERY GREAT INVENTION, WHETHER IT'S CLOTHES, DANCING, MUSIC OR ETC., IT HASN'T MADE IT UNTIL A BLACK MAN OR WOMAN HAS APPROVE IT. WE'RE THE PULSE OF WHAT'S POPULAR AND MAINSTREAM. MEANING WITHOUT US EVERYTHING WOULD BE BLAND AND DISCONNECTED FROM THE REST OF THE WORLD. IT'S OUR SWAGGER, OUR WALK, OUR PERSONALITIES, AND FLAIR THAT ENRICHES EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE ON EARTH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE KINGS AND QUEENS. KNOW YOUR DIVINE POSITION AS A KING OR QUEEN. ALL GOLD AND SILVER OR ANY PRECIOUS METAL CAME FROM AFRICA. IT'S IN OUR D.N.A TO BE RICH AND PROSPEROUS. ALL THIS MONEY IN THE WORLD IS A RESULT OF AFRICA'S GENEROUS RESOURCES, AND WHITE PEOPLE DON'T GIVE US CREDIT FOR IT AND THEY JUST STOLE IT AND ROB OUR HOMELAND BLIND OF IT'S PEOPLE AND RESOURCES.BUT ALL WHITE PEOPLE ARE NOT RACIST AND BIGOTS, SOME EVEN MARCHED IN THE CIVIL RIGHTS MOVEMENT AND OTHER MARCHES THAT WEREN'T MENTION. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WE MUST TAKE OUR PLACE IN THIS WORLD AS ROYALTY, NOT THROUGH DISHONEST MEANS, BUT BY THROUGH GOD'S MEANS. IT OUR DESTINY, NO MAN OR WOMAN ALIVE CAN STOP US FROM OUR RIGHTFUL PLACE. SO LET'S START LOVING ONE ANOTHER AND STOP KILLING EACH OTHER. LET'S THROW A MONKEY WRENCH IN THE RACIAL ESTABLISHMENT'S PLAN OF ETHNIC CLEANSING. REMEMBER, WE'RE SURVIVORS OF THE MOST HORRIFIC EXTERMINATION OF BLACK PEOPLE EVER. WE ARE BEAUTIFUL, WE ARE GOD'S SHINING EXAMPLE OF LOVE FOR HIS PEOPLE AND WE ARE WHO WE SAY WE ARE AND NOT WHAT OTHER PEOPLE SAY WE ARE. THERE'S NO LOVE MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN BLACK LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228080097615464115-1369623431137082835?l=anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1369623431137082835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228080097615464115&amp;postID=1369623431137082835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/1369623431137082835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/1369623431137082835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/randon-thoughts-solution.html' title='Randon thoughts: The solution'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318012028188829294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_nQpCFwIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJLYmCSzqHg/S220/moi3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228080097615464115.post-1912660624425110816</id><published>2007-12-16T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:18:15.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused of love</title><content type='html'>Why is it the one you love never tends to feel the same way as you do? And why is it when you find out things have come to an end, you can't let go, because you know how much that person means to you, and how special he/she is. Why is it the minute others find out you are single they believe they have all the answers for you such as trying to push you forward into yet another relationship? Or all the jerks, or maybe a few nice men even will flock to your side trying to win you over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wish I could do is turn back the clock and have another chance at trying to set things right, figure out where things started to go wrong and fix it, to be able to express myself as I wish I had how long ago to the one that means the most to me. I don't want to leave certain people in the past and move forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I may be sounding stubborn and selfish, but its just how I feel and sometimes certain things are harder to let go of than others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228080097615464115-1912660624425110816?l=anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1912660624425110816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228080097615464115&amp;postID=1912660624425110816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/1912660624425110816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/1912660624425110816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/2007/12/confused-of-love.html' title='Confused of love'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318012028188829294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_nQpCFwIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJLYmCSzqHg/S220/moi3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7228080097615464115.post-4928665461368017321</id><published>2007-12-09T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:00:27.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you love somone</title><content type='html'>When you love someone so deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;It seems like it's so easy to hide.&lt;br /&gt;You've loved him for so very long,&lt;br /&gt;You would think he could do no wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day you would hope and pray,&lt;br /&gt;That he would always stay this way.&lt;br /&gt;He treated you like you should be treated,&lt;br /&gt;You thought your life was finally completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought your love was growing true,&lt;br /&gt;And then one day it was all so blue.&lt;br /&gt;He started putting you down and it hurt,&lt;br /&gt;You thought all you were to him was dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started ignoring you and you wondered why,&lt;br /&gt;All you wanted to do was curl up and die.&lt;br /&gt;You thought your relationship would never end,&lt;br /&gt;But that was all so fake and pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night he was so sweet to you,&lt;br /&gt;You thought all those things were maybe untrue,&lt;br /&gt;Two days later he was back the same,&lt;br /&gt;You thought you were the one to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought the relationship was getting too serious&lt;br /&gt;And that you had become a little too curious.&lt;br /&gt;By this time you knew it wouldn't last,&lt;br /&gt;All the nice things he said were in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought that you would marry him some day,&lt;br /&gt;But this time God wanted to get his way.&lt;br /&gt;You wanted things back how they were before,&lt;br /&gt;But you knew this couldn't happen anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Saturday night about ten o'clock,&lt;br /&gt;You heard the news and it wasn't a shock.&lt;br /&gt;You knew this was going to happen soon,&lt;br /&gt;As you laid there and cried in the pale lit moon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7228080097615464115-4928665461368017321?l=anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4928665461368017321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7228080097615464115&amp;postID=4928665461368017321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/4928665461368017321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7228080097615464115/posts/default/4928665461368017321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anopenbookofawomanslife.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-you-love-somone.html' title='When you love somone'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08318012028188829294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RESwFpag_eg/R_nQpCFwIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YJLYmCSzqHg/S220/moi3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
