<?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-6743345828830091903</id><updated>2012-02-20T15:50:55.912-08:00</updated><category term='parabens'/><category term='Dr.Oz'/><category term='babies'/><category term='www.babycenter.com'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='Justin Beiber'/><category term='McDonalds'/><category term='unrefined shea butter'/><category term='Maury'/><category term='conditions'/><category term='astrology'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='low iron'/><category term='America'/><category term='prolonged breastfeeding'/><category term='regrets'/><category term='2012'/><category term='natural remedies'/><category term='Pringles'/><category term='Advil'/><category term='ADHD'/><category term='Doomsday 2011'/><category term='Perfume'/><category term='homeschooling'/><category term='Epic Fail'/><category term='computer'/><category term='punishments'/><category term='MMO'/><category term='volcanoes'/><category term='toddlers'/><category term='bipolar'/><category term='dyslexia'/><category term='Combat Arms'/><category term='Mabinogi'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='Macromedia'/><category term='friends'/><category term='EVOO'/><category term='Adobe'/><category term='puberty'/><category term='hack'/><category term='natural hair'/><category term='obesity'/><category term='creepers'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Pregnancy'/><category term='Minecraft'/><category term='lightning'/><category term='extra virgin olive oil'/><category term='gameplay'/><category term='Boa'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Battlestar Galactica'/><category term='order'/><category term='Georgia'/><category term='music'/><category term='medication'/><category term='defiance'/><category term='gaming'/><category term='decisions'/><category term='time outs'/><category term='time'/><category term='sulfates'/><category term='redundant'/><category term='Kara'/><category term='rapture'/><category term='Japan'/><category term='moisture'/><category term='transitioning'/><category term='joke'/><category term='Vic.O'/><category term='Wonder Girls'/><category term='epic realist'/><category term='E.S. Posthumus'/><category term='princess boy'/><category term='snow'/><category term='sleep deprivation'/><category term='12:34'/><category term='Vindictus'/><category term='OCD'/><category term='Perfect World'/><category term='syndrome'/><category term='Ace Online'/><category term='sleep caps'/><category term='medicine'/><category term='Brown Eyed Girls'/><category term='Marta'/><title type='text'>™Epic Realist</title><subtitle type='html'>Realism at it's best!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-8784930500185550752</id><published>2012-02-20T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T15:50:55.925-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='low iron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Update and... Low Iron!</title><content type='html'>February 20, 2012 &lt;br /&gt;Been battling with low iron symptoms lately. As we know, that's not good for pregnancy, but I've been getting better with eating things with more iron. I started getting more red meat and snacks with iron like dried apricots, raisins, and cereal bars. Too bad my chewable prenatal vitamins don't have a lick of iron in them. I realized that those Shredded Mini Wheats have 90% daily value of iron, but they also have tons of fiber as well. Soooo, yeah. Running to the bathroom way more often now. Good and bad at the same time. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;I'm 24 weeks pregnant now, and oh so tired. But still happy. Very anxious, too. Almost moving time! Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-8784930500185550752?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/8784930500185550752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2012/02/update-and-low-iron.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/8784930500185550752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/8784930500185550752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2012/02/update-and-low-iron.html' title='Update and... Low Iron!'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-6226232711224388937</id><published>2012-02-08T13:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T13:39:57.461-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unrefined shea butter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural remedies'/><title type='text'>Happy Days... and Unrefined Shea Butter Review!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;It seems that stress is getting lighter and lighter these days, and that's a great thing. Time is flying... way&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;fast. But I kind of want it to. Good things are coming at rapid rates, and I'm amazed at how much stronger I am lately, as far as mental and emotional strength. My hubby loves me, and I am beginning to love myself. I feel a little thing called happiness slowly (&lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt;) creeping into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't mentioned this yet at all, but since I let it loose on Facebook, I might as well do the same here. I'm 5 months pregnant with my&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;third&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;child! Wasn't planned, but so what? Neither were the other two. Sometimes I get tired of people trying to plan for things like children, because it doesn't always happen the way you would like it to go. If you're waiting for that so-called 'perfect moment', it'll never happen. I love kids and I wanted them very close in age, and I'm getting exactly what I wanted before I even met my husband. So, yeah. Almost 6 months now, and&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;huge&lt;/i&gt;. I'm much bigger now than I was the last pregnancies, and no complications. Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's hard chasing toddlers around with a huge gut, but hey, you gotta do what ya gotta do. Besides, that's 90% of my pregnancy&amp;nbsp;exercise. Housework. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I made my own hair/body cream for the first time. I had ordered a pound of unrefined shea butter. Microwaved it for a few seconds so it wouldn't be rock hard, and mixed it with the extra virgin olive oil that I had into a blender. It created an awesome consistency, like pudding. People who've done this call it their whipped shea butter mixture, and they add whatever natural oil and other ingredients they want to it and create their own concoction. I wish I'd had more ingredients, like cocoa butter, grape seed oil, or castor oil, but I have to order those at another time. This is the website I used and fell in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bulkapothecary.com/"&gt;http://www.bulkapothecary.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the shea butter looked like before I blended it. This is after microwaving for 30 seconds so it won't be so hard and seedy. Except that this is a sample pic, so mine didn't look quite this yellow in color. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vw3uOd4qLLQ/TzLqXDwn5yI/AAAAAAAAAoY/CwzJZ1nkGmI/s1600/shea+butter+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vw3uOd4qLLQ/TzLqXDwn5yI/AAAAAAAAAoY/CwzJZ1nkGmI/s320/shea+butter+011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the stuff is awesome. The smell is strong,&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;something to get used to. But I can get used to it, like I got used to the olive oil, even though the olive oil isn't that strong of a smell. I made my mixture and scooped it back into the jar, and I had to use two empty jars because for some reason, all of it wouldn't fit back into the original jar. They say it can last for 2 months if I keep it out of heat, and keep water out of it for mold reasons. I've already tested it on the kid's skin and hair, and it is absolutely heavenly. The moisture held all night, and that's never happened. These kids always wake up totally ashy, no matter what I coated them in. This stuff did the trick. I put some in Sy's hair too... felt like butter. I applied it to my pregnant belly, too, and I wasn't dry, itchy, or ashy in the morning. What a revolution. I will&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;buy commercial lotion again!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should try this stuff. We've been brainwashed and have forgotten where true beauty and healing comes from: natural remedies. Most of the stuff that people try so hard to get rid of as far a bodily problems lie right in their kitchen or can be imported from Africa or something. We should start getting back to what actually belongs in our bodies and not sulfates, parabens, artificial colors, dimethicones, alcohols, mineral oil, petroleum, parrafins, and only God knows what else. Hooray for happier days... and more natural discoveries! &amp;amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-6226232711224388937?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/6226232711224388937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-days-and-unrefined-shea-butter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/6226232711224388937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/6226232711224388937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-days-and-unrefined-shea-butter.html' title='Happy Days... and Unrefined Shea Butter Review!'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vw3uOd4qLLQ/TzLqXDwn5yI/AAAAAAAAAoY/CwzJZ1nkGmI/s72-c/shea+butter+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-7083362441919463062</id><published>2012-01-29T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T19:04:23.361-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vic.O'/><title type='text'>Vic.O ft: Glory - I Promise (Song Review)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;This was so funny, I just had to blog about it. Just watch and listen. O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/QGMCRLllle4/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QGMCRLllle4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QGMCRLllle4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Someone on Facebook showed me this video and said it was a &lt;i&gt;classic&lt;/i&gt;. I was like, no offense, but are you &lt;i&gt;kidding&lt;/i&gt; me? This dude here has no talent. Not only was the video whack, but this crazy thing has no lyrics! All you hear him saying is, "Oooh baby, ooh baby, I love you baby, come on come on baby, I need you, I need you back in my life, I promise you, ooh baby, I need you, I need you in my life, etc." I'm sure you get the point. It's all off beat and strange. How could they even call this a song? His voice is also horrible. What the hell were these people thinking?&lt;br /&gt;This Vic person sounds like he's freakin about to ejaculate or something towards the middle... he sounds that bad. It appears that this is probably supposed to be a reggae song. But these people can't sing, rap, or even hold a beat. It just sounds horrible. After the first 45 seconds, I was like, what is this? My brain went to mush on me. If you're trying to woo a woman by talking a bunch of nonsense over and over, then you'll never get her. I mean, this is the worse crap I have ever seen. And that's saying something because I've seen 10 year olds write better songs than this. The best thing about this song is the beat. Other than that, I am completely turned off.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and his other songs aren't any better. -.-&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to like this song, tell me so I can beat your head in and attempt to show you some real music. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&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/6743345828830091903-7083362441919463062?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/7083362441919463062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2012/01/vico-ft-glory-i-promise-song-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/7083362441919463062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/7083362441919463062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2012/01/vico-ft-glory-i-promise-song-review.html' title='Vic.O ft: Glory - I Promise (Song Review)'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-5610108618181130782</id><published>2012-01-26T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T09:27:01.020-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><title type='text'>Bored. -.-</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm extremely bored, bored out of my mind. Trying to find something to do to pass the time. Things are finally looking up slowly but surely, but in the meantime, I don't have much to do except for my usual responsibilities. Always around kids. I wish I could have a break and have some adult conversations. It still sucks not having any friends. Well, I guess that's what Facebook is for... but I even get bored of that. Guess I'll play a game or something while my little fathead kids are down for nap...or maybe I'll write something instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i0GGS9ANkoo/TyGMpl0pgYI/AAAAAAAAAnY/GK3ZL4Ep5vA/s1600/DSC04297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i0GGS9ANkoo/TyGMpl0pgYI/AAAAAAAAAnY/GK3ZL4Ep5vA/s320/DSC04297.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-5610108618181130782?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/5610108618181130782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2012/01/bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/5610108618181130782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/5610108618181130782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2012/01/bored.html' title='Bored. -.-'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i0GGS9ANkoo/TyGMpl0pgYI/AAAAAAAAAnY/GK3ZL4Ep5vA/s72-c/DSC04297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-6888209975090173721</id><published>2012-01-16T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T15:42:58.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extra virgin olive oil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EVOO'/><title type='text'>Extra Virgin Olive Oil on Hair!</title><content type='html'>So, I recently discovered that extra virgin olive oil (EVOO) is GREAT for moisturizing hair. Just a regular bottle of it from the supermarket works wonders on hair. I'd heard of this a long time ago, but you know how it is, one of those things you keep putting off because you never think about it when you're in the middle of collecting a week's worth of groceries... &amp;nbsp;with 2 toddlers in tow. But I finally bought some last week and poured the entire 17 ounces into a spray bottle so it would be easier to apply.&lt;br /&gt;I found a tip online about saturating EVOO in your hair before shampooing, so I left some in overnight and washed it out the next day. My hair felt awesome! It felt so silky and moisturized. I didn't even have to use conditioner at all, so it sliced my shower time and chemical usage in half, literally. My hair also wasn't falling out into my fingers in clumps like it's been doing lately. I was able to run my fingers through it while it was wet.&lt;br /&gt;When I got out of the shower, I didn't even need my usual moisturizer. My hair was way more&amp;nbsp;manageable&amp;nbsp;than usual, so I just applied the oil again and twisted it up in 6 big twists. I did my usual all day air dry. The next day, my hair was as fluffy as ever. I had done the same to Syriah's hair the previous week, and got the same results. So this stuff is awesome! No dandruff whatsoever, and my hair hasn't been as itchy since then. I will recommend EVOO for everyone who has issues with dry hair and dry scalp. I love this stuff. It's all natural, had little to no smell, and makes everything shiny and silky, even your skin. &amp;nbsp;Best stuff for dry winter skin.&lt;br /&gt;Someone else said that you can heat EVOO in the microwave, apply it to your hair, and sit under a dryer. But I'd rather not. I don't even own a hair dryer. I have erased&amp;nbsp;unnecessary&amp;nbsp;heat usage from my hair, completely. This wash and go method works for me, heat not included. Overall, I give this stuff an A+!&lt;br /&gt;Pics may come soon, if I remember. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-6888209975090173721?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/6888209975090173721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2012/01/extra-virgin-olive-oil-on-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/6888209975090173721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/6888209975090173721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2012/01/extra-virgin-olive-oil-on-hair.html' title='Extra Virgin Olive Oil on Hair!'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-8673556259544314352</id><published>2012-01-07T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T09:28:40.992-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minecraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>Welcome 2012... and Minecraft Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qco4vd0zQ5s/Twh-F0BMrfI/AAAAAAAAAnM/WpsGsFSirX4/s1600/DSC04246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qco4vd0zQ5s/Twh-F0BMrfI/AAAAAAAAAnM/WpsGsFSirX4/s320/DSC04246.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;January 7, 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new year is here. 2012 has arrived. So far, it's going well. No major life changes yet, but those will come soon. I'm not depressed like I used to be. Kids are getting bigger... and badder LOL! But I love them. I still do and always will love being a Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;I have been playing Minecraft with the hubby again. It's been a while. The new update is awesome! I can only really enjoy it at night because in the day, the kids take all of my time, and I mean literally. But it's okay. One of things I am working on this year anyway is getting away from my computer more often and spending more time with them. Less Facebooking, less chatting, less browsing around. So, I'm working on myself and getting happier. Currently, the kids are down for nap. Praying that they both sleep in a timely manner so I can get some things done, and possibly a nap for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Before I do any of that, however, I must find something to eat for lunch. All I had for breakfast was a turkey and cheese sandwich and water. It's time again. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-8673556259544314352?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/8673556259544314352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2012/01/welcome-2012-and-minecraft-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/8673556259544314352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/8673556259544314352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2012/01/welcome-2012-and-minecraft-again.html' title='Welcome 2012... and Minecraft Again!'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qco4vd0zQ5s/Twh-F0BMrfI/AAAAAAAAAnM/WpsGsFSirX4/s72-c/DSC04246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-9147054520224952065</id><published>2011-12-29T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T06:43:42.058-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>Another Year, Another Lesson</title><content type='html'>There are two days left in the year 2011 as of now. I'm glad Christmas is over, and soon New Years will be over. This year, as well as the holidays, have not been the best. It'll be back to the old grind again, but that's okay. Surprisingly, I've been happier lately, knowing that next year will not be like the previous ones. I've learned a lot of lessons and hurt a lot of people unintentionally. This time, I'm taking control, control that I never had over my life and finally being happy. So I say farewell, 2011. It's been...real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-9147054520224952065?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/9147054520224952065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-year-another-lesson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/9147054520224952065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/9147054520224952065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-year-another-lesson.html' title='Another Year, Another Lesson'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-2869441133400151438</id><published>2011-12-13T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T11:58:41.198-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><title type='text'>End of The Year Blues...</title><content type='html'>So, here I am again, at the end of another year, and my life hasn't gotten much better from last year. Mentally and spiritually, maybe, but financially and responsibly, &lt;i&gt;no&lt;/i&gt;. I have screwed up some things again, but oh well. Now I've got to fix it. I have been trying and trying from the beginning of time to fix it but I keep ending up back at the same place, with the same situation. Again, hitting a brick wall, and not just any brick wall, the same one I've hit numerous times before. When will this nightmare end?&lt;br /&gt;I see now what happens when certain things aren't done correctly the first time around. I see what happens when parents drastically mess up their child's life in some form or fashion, and then they blame the child for making horrible decisions later on. Well, guess what. You may have had a HUGE part to play in the child's bad decisions, so instead of mouthing off and&amp;nbsp;criticizing, why don't you just understand what's going on with the child and recognize what you may have done to contribute to those bad decisions, please? Parents don't seem to realize why their kids rebel and don't want anything to do with them when they grow up, and then the kid makes all of these horrible, nonsensical decisions. But the way they grew up might have had a huge part in that, and that's what infuriates me more than anything else that's going on right now.&lt;br /&gt;Then it's up to the child to fix their jacked-up life, and while it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;unfortunately up to you to fix your own life when you're grown,&amp;nbsp;repeatedly being demoralized like you've just done them wrong is not going to help anything. You're only going to drive that child further and further away from you, until you get old, sickly and close to death and &lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt; and ONLY then, you realize what you did to them years before, when you have to get on your knees and beg for their help and forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why it takes so long for some parents to admit their wrongs. I mean, really admit. Really think about it and do something about it. Not just say you're sorry and then next year, do the same thing to the same person. It's so hard to forgive someone like that. I mean, seriously. How much more can the child take? I know I'm not alone here. I paraphrase my situation because mine is on the serious end. But no matter how serious the situation is, I am tired of being bashed up when the things I do in my life affect me, my marriage, and my children only. No one else. It's not my parent's job to fix it. I just want to be understood for once in my life. Apparently, that's not going to happen anytime soon, though. Ah, well. Happens to the best of us.&lt;br /&gt;That's my vent for the day... or for the entire month, for that matter. When I finally escape this curse from hell that has a hold of me, certain people are going to wish they'd never doubted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&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/6743345828830091903-2869441133400151438?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2869441133400151438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/12/end-of-year-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/2869441133400151438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/2869441133400151438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/12/end-of-year-blues.html' title='End of The Year Blues...'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-1806710171400024739</id><published>2011-11-25T09:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T09:52:47.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Update</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving just passed... where has the time gone? Today is the famous Black Friday that everyone raves over. I don't have any money to spend on anything, but if I did, I'd be scared to go outside and shop today because of the crowds. LOL! I don't want to be trampled over because of some foolish spending craze. It's all a tactic anyway, just to get your money and for people to act like fools, or more so, kids in a toy store.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;The babies are down for their nap, and I think I might join them. Bored and kind of down in the dumps today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-___-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-1806710171400024739?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/1806710171400024739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/11/random-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/1806710171400024739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/1806710171400024739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/11/random-update.html' title='Random Update'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-8167030845260804303</id><published>2011-11-03T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T12:09:42.425-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='www.babycenter.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time outs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='defiance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punishments'/><title type='text'>Why I Hate Articles about Defiant Two Year Olds</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;So, I've just read this interesting little article on&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;www.babycenter.com&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;about toddler defiance and what to do about it. I've read a lot of articles about this, and unfortunately, I am always unimpressed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_defiance-why-it-happens-and-what-to-do-about-it_63678.bc"&gt;http://www.babycenter.com/0_defiance-why-it-happens-and-what-to-do-about-it_63678.bc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for this is because these 'child experts' think they know the answer to everything, and a lot of what they say is a bunch of crap to me. They all say the same thing... be understanding, set limits, blah blah blah. Some of that is true, of course, but what really pushes me over the edge is when they talk about the disciplining part...&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;how to punish and how not to punish&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, it's late and I'm super sleepy, so I might not write as much as I would prefer to, but I just have to kind of... vent. Why do these people believe in '&lt;b&gt;comfy time outs&lt;/b&gt;'? What I mean by comfy is when your 2 year old deliberately hits someone when they know better, and then you say, "No, Johnny, you know you're not supposed to hit!" Then little Johnny hits again and throws a tantrum, rolling all over the floor like an animal. What's your reply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Alright, Johnny, it's time for a time out. You know not to hit people. Let's go calm down and read a story. Would you like that?&lt;/b&gt;" ROOOOAAARRR! Now someone tell me; what is the point of the time out if it's comfortable for the child? You send them to their rooms, where they can still play with toys or watch TV. Time out is supposed to be&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;uncomfortable&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Why&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;would you get cuddles and stories when you deliberately disobeyed your parents? The comments about the article were pretty much half and half; some agreed with it and others went completely off. I don't believe in rewarding a child when they act up. How will they ever learn to obey if the 'punishment' is easy? They'll soon forget that they were even in trouble in the first place and end up doing the same thing at a later date. Pointless.&lt;br /&gt;But then, I forget, we're living in a world where spankings are frowned upon, and every parent wants to take the easy way out of disciplining their child. I do believe in the '&lt;b&gt;choose your battles&lt;/b&gt;' thing, because not every little defiance deserves a yell or a spanking, or any discipline at all. Sometimes all the child needs is a reassuring conversation. But when the little brat is unruly, almost three years old and falling out in the store and&amp;nbsp;embarrassing&amp;nbsp;the parent, that is a no-no. That calls for a spanking. But I have seen parents cater to that foolishness and sweet talk the child as if that kind of behavior is okay, bribing the child with candy or a toy. What kind of mess is that? There is no way any child of mine will get away with that. Hell to the no.&lt;br /&gt;That's what you expect out of a parent who does not have control over their child. You can tell the ones who give their kids 'comfy time outs' verses the ones who get some real punishments. Doesn't even have to be a spanking. Your child will know who's boss if you're firm from the very beginning, when they first start making the mistakes you don't want them to make. A lot of parents just let their bratty toddlers run over them, and I just shake my head like, aren't you going to do something about&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;that!?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Ha! I'd hate to be you! Good luck with that piece of monstrosity.&lt;br /&gt;This one lady says it&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;perfectly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I disagree with the "comfy time-out." What lesson does that teach your child? When they are adults and they do something wrong; they aren't going to be sent to a luxury hotel to relax. They will be sent to a cold cell with a hard bed. It sends the message "You can do whatever you want, people will understand, and there will never be consequences for your actions."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this answer! So true! (High five, woman!)&lt;br /&gt;The being understanding part, of course, I get.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Two year olds will be two year olds&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;They will try you, defy you, and maybe even deny you&lt;/b&gt;. Kids have their days. My two year old can be the sweetest thing one moment, and the next, she's telling me what she's&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;going to do, or telling me 'no'. My son is starting the same thing, falling out all the time. It's going to happen. I understand that toddlers are eventually going to do things like tell you what they want to wear outside, even if it doesn't match at all, and that truly depends on what it is. "It's snowing outside, honey. You can't wear sandals and shorts."&lt;br /&gt;That's where the '&lt;b&gt;choose your battles&lt;/b&gt;' thing comes into play, because I had to learn that and I still am. If she wants to wear polka dot pants with a striped shirt outdoors, well, just make sure that wherever you're going, her attire isn't going to turn too many heads, Walmart being on a 'doesn't matter' list. As long as it's nowhere important. But my kids will always know that when I say that you'd better eat your sandwich first before you get the cookies, I mean just that. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Parents need to set their rules and be firm about them. Too many of us want to be our kid's friend rather than their disciplinarian, and that's where things always go haywire. Stop being afraid that your child will hate you if you smack them on their butt and send them to a corner. They're&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;BABIES&lt;/b&gt;. They will forget, forgive you, and get over it, and they'll contemplate doing whatever it was next time. You'll forgive them. Your child is not going to stop loving you, and if they say they hate you, they don't mean it. They don't even know what hate means, and frankly, that's a word that needs to be eliminated from their little vocabularies. That just means that they picked that up from someone else, you, your spouse, an older sibling, someone. But toddlers don't even need to know about the word hate. Refrain from using it and it'll never come up in an argument.&lt;br /&gt;So... yeah, I think I'm done venting. I'm not a child expert. I just talk about what I don't agree with. That's what the internet is for, right? =)&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm off to bed. Hubby awaits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&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/6743345828830091903-8167030845260804303?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/8167030845260804303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/11/why-i-hate-articles-about-defiant-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/8167030845260804303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/8167030845260804303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/11/why-i-hate-articles-about-defiant-two.html' title='Why I Hate Articles about Defiant Two Year Olds'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-8484065229082103925</id><published>2011-10-26T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T15:05:50.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moisture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep caps'/><title type='text'>Sleep Caps</title><content type='html'>Alright, that's it. I need to buy a satin sleep cap for my hair, and my daughter's hair as well. I'm seeing a lot of reviews and comments about people who use sleep caps and how it has improved their hair moisture, growth, and even protected their hairstyles. I've wanted one for a long time, but I didn't know it was so important until now. My natural hair won't hold any moisture while it's in a fro or any other style right now, partly because I'm not using the right products. But I need to preserve any moisture I do have. Would like to do the same for Sy's hair... keep the moisture in and in some cases, protect the hairstyle throughout the night. Plus, the cold weather is coming, so our hair is dryer than ever. Fun, fun. So yeah, I would like to buy two satin sleep caps at some point and see how having no pillow friction benefits me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TI-qn9C9DOo/TqiDle6VJ2I/AAAAAAAAAmo/D4-gJ0xK3Bk/s1600/DSC03962.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TI-qn9C9DOo/TqiDle6VJ2I/AAAAAAAAAmo/D4-gJ0xK3Bk/s320/DSC03962.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-8484065229082103925?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/8484065229082103925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/10/sleep-caps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/8484065229082103925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/8484065229082103925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/10/sleep-caps.html' title='Sleep Caps'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TI-qn9C9DOo/TqiDle6VJ2I/AAAAAAAAAmo/D4-gJ0xK3Bk/s72-c/DSC03962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-882405866799634439</id><published>2011-10-16T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T15:14:21.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing New...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gZQWBFo8YTU/TptWOFR_3UI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Uj0idyV0G-s/s1600/DSC03911.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gZQWBFo8YTU/TptWOFR_3UI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Uj0idyV0G-s/s320/DSC03911.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AnH5gvfCyEM/TptWPi4XK5I/AAAAAAAAAmA/dCmPxaeiLak/s1600/DSC03913.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AnH5gvfCyEM/TptWPi4XK5I/AAAAAAAAAmA/dCmPxaeiLak/s320/DSC03913.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2qFYXwgXj88/TptWRyLsQ-I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/v2J8tqSnv7k/s1600/DSC03923.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2qFYXwgXj88/TptWRyLsQ-I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/v2J8tqSnv7k/s320/DSC03923.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YPDK5oC0bWE/TptWQxfXCEI/AAAAAAAAAmI/shfawihq3GI/s1600/DSC03921.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YPDK5oC0bWE/TptWQxfXCEI/AAAAAAAAAmI/shfawihq3GI/s320/DSC03921.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate it when I have nothing to post. I'm just watching the kids crawl around, chasing each other, laughing with their daddy and having endless amounts of energy that I wish I could steal from them. I've got to get my own energy back. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Random pics from random days! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0ZYcAYk7oQ/TptW9iSD1KI/AAAAAAAAAmg/QfWEEKxlUT0/s1600/DSC03891.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0ZYcAYk7oQ/TptW9iSD1KI/AAAAAAAAAmg/QfWEEKxlUT0/s320/DSC03891.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9YdruNeruVU/TptWTKMyS2I/AAAAAAAAAmY/oxd0mDEudQE/s1600/DSC03928.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9YdruNeruVU/TptWTKMyS2I/AAAAAAAAAmY/oxd0mDEudQE/s320/DSC03928.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-882405866799634439?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/882405866799634439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/10/nothing-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/882405866799634439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/882405866799634439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/10/nothing-new.html' title='Nothing New...'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gZQWBFo8YTU/TptWOFR_3UI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Uj0idyV0G-s/s72-c/DSC03911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-5554341313566033533</id><published>2011-10-01T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T18:16:26.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sulfates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parabens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advil'/><title type='text'>Advil's Inactive Ingredients</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;I found out today that some of the same chemicals that are in popular, commercial hair/body products are also in... wait for it, wait for it, Advil! Yes, ladies and gentlemen. Advil has sulfates and parabens. Why? I do not know. All I know is that this is ridiculous! Even if you escape using certain beauty products and you decide to go all natural, you'll always have the same deadly chemicals in your trusty Advil. Awesome. Good to know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Also, the main thing is that these ingredients are inactive, meaning that they don't even need to be there. Proof that they really are trying to kill us one way or the other. It's like they're saying, "Oh yeah, people can try to go all natural all they want, but if they have a medicine dependency, they're screwed anyway!" It's a good thing that I HATE medicine and that the only time I even pick up an Advil pill is during that time of the month or if I'm having one of those splitting migraines that I can't seem to control. Time for me to figure out why 'drying ingredients/detergents' are used in pain relievers in the first place. Wish me luck. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-5554341313566033533?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/5554341313566033533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/10/advils-inactive-ingredients.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/5554341313566033533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/5554341313566033533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/10/advils-inactive-ingredients.html' title='Advil&apos;s Inactive Ingredients'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-3730895373065438078</id><published>2011-09-24T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T17:34:13.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's End</title><content type='html'>Well, summer is officially over. I can't say that it's been all great, but I've&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;learned some hard lessons. Had a little vacationing time, if you can even call it that at all. But it's a new season, literally and figuratively, for me. I'm planning for next year way before it hits, hoping things will be better than ever this time. It's time to pull out optimism that I've never had and actually believe in it. I am a much, much better person than I was last year around this time. Fortunately, I don't have to prove that to anyone else but my family.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking recently about something I'd realized. No matter how wrong family does you, when worse comes to worse, they're all you even have left to depend on. In the long run, when everyone else seems to hate you and demoralize you for being yourself, you'll always have some kind of family there for you, even if they've done you wrong at some point. That reality is so real to me now it's ridiculous. But hey, it's one of the things I've learned. I knew it all along in a way, but I'd never actually experienced it before until this summer. So I'll be sure to continue to work on myself and my shortcomings so I can be a better person for the family I've created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-3730895373065438078?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/3730895373065438078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/09/summers-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/3730895373065438078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/3730895373065438078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/09/summers-end.html' title='Summer&apos;s End'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-582941923686998965</id><published>2011-08-24T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T09:54:32.962-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sulfates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parabens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transitioning'/><title type='text'>Good Hair</title><content type='html'>It's funny how a lot of people are trying to go back to the way things were supposed to be. For the last how many years, probably since perms/relaxers came out, black women have been suckered into altering their natural hair texture, trying to be white. &lt;i&gt;Now&lt;/i&gt; since everyone has &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; realized how much damage perms and straightening does to your hair, everybody and their Mama wants to create a natural hair care line, showcasing products with no &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;alcohol&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;parabens&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; sulfates&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;lanolin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;petroleum&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;formaldehyde&lt;/span&gt;. What I believe started this trend is that movie called "Good Hair" with Chris Rock. It was a great documentary. Now some people have always had natural ethnic hair products, but now it's way more well known, and it's more like a fad than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;At least it's a good fad. It's one of the healthiest things that black people can do, eliminate the chemicals from their hair. Everyone is catching on, including me. I've been relaxer free for 2 years, and have cut off more than half of my damaged 16-inch long hair. It was hard for me, the transitioning. I am still transitioning, even though most of the old hair is gone. But now I know my natural hair texture, and I'm keeping it that way. I've learned a lot about natural hair, protective styles, natural ingredients as well as deadly ingredients, conditioning, trimming, and hair types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-Zzrp6vin0/TlVq-Qg7MNI/AAAAAAAAAlk/asgQqTHzM8Q/s1600/DSC03703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-Zzrp6vin0/TlVq-Qg7MNI/AAAAAAAAAlk/asgQqTHzM8Q/s320/DSC03703.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I've been having fun experimenting with different hair products, although I haven't the budget to get the real good stuff. All of these flimsy hair products that are on the market now in random stores like Walmart have the bad ingredients I mentioned above. But for now, oh well. One day, I will be able to afford the 16 oz jar of the all natural shea butter and olive oil moisturizer that's only available online... for 25 bucks. (O___O) For now, I just use this. It's awesome for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rdwn4HA7tEg/TlVso5uzzyI/AAAAAAAAAlo/c5qZgJ8aIfw/s1600/DSC03612.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rdwn4HA7tEg/TlVso5uzzyI/AAAAAAAAAlo/c5qZgJ8aIfw/s320/DSC03612.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What people are also realizing is that you don't have to have 'good hair' to have long hair. What is good hair, anyway? My hair is considered 'good', yet both of my parents are black and so are my grandparents. Even their parents were black. So where do we get this definition of 'good hair'? I'm kind of tired of that stereotype. All hair is good. Depending on how we take care of our hair, it can be even better. Just because all I have to do is throw water and cream on mine and walk out the door doesn't mean that my hair is any better than someone else's. Black women are realizing that even people with the kinkiest hair can use all natural products that enhance their natural curls and make their hair look like this. (my daughter a month ago) Everyone can be a 'wash and go'.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the tightest, kinkiest, Afro curl patterns can be silky and manageable with the right products, so it won't look like 'bad hair'. I feel sorry for the mothers right now who didn't know any better and used a perm in their daughter's hair just once, because now they need help getting the natural texture back and are crying out for help. I will NEVER put a perm in my daughter's hair. That is a promise. I will &amp;nbsp;personally kill anybody who does that to her hair without my permission. There are some women going through that, where a family member or friend uses a perm on their kid's head against their will. Man, I'd kill. Perms are permanent, which is exactly where the term came from. A perm is a perm, whether it's a so-called kiddie perm or a no lye perm or whatever. It's still the 'creamy crack'. I do not want my kid's hair permanently altered. My daughter already has the definition of 'good hair' without the good products, and I don't want it burned off or burned out. I have only straightened her hair once recently, for the sole purpose of trimming her dead ends and seeing how long her hair really was. But I will not be straightening often at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_9L7A8AlD2E/TlVwMjMqVdI/AAAAAAAAAls/qLRzYrImKvo/s1600/DSC03786.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_9L7A8AlD2E/TlVwMjMqVdI/AAAAAAAAAls/qLRzYrImKvo/s320/DSC03786.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nb5yyvFD_1k/TlVwYqpHS8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/jTwteYfTZVI/s1600/DSC03794.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nb5yyvFD_1k/TlVwYqpHS8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/jTwteYfTZVI/s320/DSC03794.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I9SL4LPuWSA/TlVwS3kBrpI/AAAAAAAAAlw/XJDrFkLekAI/s1600/DSC03788.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I9SL4LPuWSA/TlVwS3kBrpI/AAAAAAAAAlw/XJDrFkLekAI/s320/DSC03788.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say, "Oh, I'm not gonna use a perm but I'm gonna straighten it all the time so it can still be manageable." Bull crap. You're still damaging it. And don't even get me started on blow drying. Never again will I use a blow dryer. I love letting my hair air dry and not worry about drying it out with heat as soon as it's washed. I hate blow dryers! Who invented them? Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I spend a lot of time being creative with my daughter's hair and mine as well, and researching hair care blogs and natural products. It's fun. I'm glad I know about proper hair care now while my girl is still young. I wish I'd never gotten my first perm at 15, but I wanted to follow everyone else in high school as usual. Besides, you don't want to see the way my hair was back then. A hot freakin mess. &amp;amp;amp;gt;_&amp;amp;amp;lt; I bet every parent that's wising up right now regrets using perms in their girl's hair, and I hope they can handle the transitioning process because it's long and tedious. If you're not willing to do the 'big chop', then the process is even longer and requires more patience. Well, good luck to all you 'happy nappies'! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&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/6743345828830091903-582941923686998965?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/582941923686998965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/08/good-hair.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/582941923686998965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/582941923686998965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/08/good-hair.html' title='Good Hair'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-Zzrp6vin0/TlVq-Qg7MNI/AAAAAAAAAlk/asgQqTHzM8Q/s72-c/DSC03703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-2027010290315441041</id><published>2011-08-04T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T11:02:28.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casual Sex... Fail or no Fail?</title><content type='html'>So, apparently casual sex is more common than ever this year, or the previous years. Hot Facebook topic. I don't know why people even think about it at all. Some people have it set in their minds that they can handle sex with 'no strings attached'. I am here to tell you that that will not happen. I cannot even stand the phrase because people misuse it. There are always strings attached with sex. ALWAYS. The reasons why I say no to casual sex are listed below.&lt;br /&gt;1. Sex is supposed to be spiritual. People should not take spiritual connections lightly. Notice how some people have kids out of wedlock with someone they shouldn't have been with in the first place, and their kids are so unruly they wonder how it happened. It's spiritual. The child was conceived with the wrong intentions/spirits, or however you want to look at it. In some cases, the child was just raised to be a brat. No comment there.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sex is only good when you're having it with the person that you're IN LOVE WITH, because you can let loose, have no regrets, and not doubt the other person's love for you. This is preferably in a marriage. I cannot stress that enough. I don't care how good the person looks or how good they are (temporarily) in bed. Real sex comes when you're in love and not in lust. It'll never be as good with a random fling or even a best friend than it is with someone you truly love. Even if your true love is horrible sexually, that can always be fixed. I don't even know if that's possible, anyway, having horrible sex with the person you've sworn to stay with. Then again, I wouldn't know. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;Whoever you have sex with, you're automatically tied to them emotionally, whether you intended to or not. You've exchanged bodily fluids with a random person for a few minutes of&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;hoping&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to not get feelings for the person. Not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;4. Women take 'no strings attached' too lightly. They can always plan and manipulate. If they want the man but he's technically involved with someone else, they can always try the 'get pregnant on purpose' tactic or play little mind games to get him to stay with her. Yeah, it's supposed to be just sex, but I don't think women can handle that at all. As soon as she has some dick, she gets all emotionally tied to him anyway. You say it's not true? Tell me why whenever a man is cheating on his wife and the wife calls in the middle of the act, the darn woman ends up with an attitude? Someone explain that.&lt;br /&gt;5. Follow up to number 3. The body fluids thing? That's freakin GROSS. Having casual sex with anyone you feel like is gross... and degrading to yourself. Women, black women especially, wonder why they are always called 'hoes'. It's because they act like hoes. They sleep with anything walking, even each other. They walk around in utterly revealing clothes on purpose, hoping to get a man's attention. It's always the wrong attention, of course.&lt;br /&gt;6. Men need to start having 'strings attached' in order to get sex in the first place, which is why no one should have sex before marriage. I cringe when I hear of teenagers, mindlessly having sex, no commitment, no nothing. Because most girls/women have such low self esteem, the willingly open their legs every time a man starts whispering sweet nothing in their ears. That's all they are, sweet nothings. If &amp;nbsp;the woman would make the man WAIT for sex, then he'd have more respect for her and maybe he wouldn't treat her like shit. Maybe then he'll realize how much he loves the woman and eventually make up in his mind that he wants to WORK to have her... because she has more respect for herself. I can only understand a woman doing that if they have had an abusive past, but just anyone? No, these men need to learn how to wait and realize that they can't always have pussy for free. There's always a cost. You're gonna have a clingy manipulative crush or an unplanned child with that clingy manipulative crush. Either way, you're gonna pay.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. To sum this up, married or not, casual sex is a big FAIL. It doesn't get either person totally fulfilled, and while it may be fun for the moment, it's not fun when you create a child haphazardly, end up with an STD, or get emotionally tied. We can all vouch for emotional people, I'm sure. It's just best to keep your stuff for the one you know you're going to marry, though even that can go sour. Your fiance can always cheat on you... or vice versa. Save yourself the aggravation and heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&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/6743345828830091903-2027010290315441041?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2027010290315441041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/08/casual-sex-fail-or-no-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/2027010290315441041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/2027010290315441041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/08/casual-sex-fail-or-no-fail.html' title='Casual Sex... Fail or no Fail?'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-175559847021750361</id><published>2011-07-28T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T18:19:31.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry Blues</title><content type='html'>Isn't it funny how much laundry you have end up having to do when you have toddlers? Aside from wearing different house clothes almost every day because they accumulate dirt, grime, and food, there are bibs, bed sheets, and the occasional soiled pairs of panties from the newly potty trained 2 year old. My 12 month old son usually makes these monstrously, watery, poopy diapers every day, and if I don't catch him fast enough, the crap will leak out onto his clothes and smear. If he does it while in his crib, it'll be all over his sheets and blankets. &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; That's usually because he's going through this stage where he's outgrown his formula and won't drink that or anything else sometimes, so I have to give him watery foods. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and they'd better not catch colds. My son just threw up yesterday in my attempt to feed him his dinner, despite the fact that he's had tons of phlegm in his throat for 5 days... all over his clothes. My daughter did also... at another time. Rawr. Sometimes the 2 year old will pee out of her diaper at night because either she'd had a lot to drink before bed or she was already wet before bed and I forgot to change her. So some mornings, she's soaked in pee. Then I have to wash her, the sheets, the covers, and the pajamas. Also if there are any nearby stuffed animals, they've gotta go, too. &lt;i&gt;Sigh&lt;/i&gt;. The laundry blues seem to never end. Haha! Oh, well. That's the fun of being a mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-175559847021750361?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/175559847021750361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/07/laundry-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/175559847021750361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/175559847021750361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/07/laundry-blues.html' title='Laundry Blues'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>6230 Freedom Cir, Grovetown, GA 30813, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>33.44977658311845 -82.210693359375</georss:point><georss:box>33.44977658311845 -82.210693359375 33.44977658311845 -82.210693359375</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-4998542001791918433</id><published>2011-07-19T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T19:21:46.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah...</title><content type='html'>Blah blah blah. I think it's safe to say that I have absolutely nothing to talk about tonight. Only thing I can say is that life is finally getting better. Things are finally looking up and they will continue to do so. Woot! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_nqoLp3ODw/TiY7QpnfbrI/AAAAAAAAAlc/jwYYFWpahxQ/s1600/DSC03460.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_nqoLp3ODw/TiY7QpnfbrI/AAAAAAAAAlc/jwYYFWpahxQ/s320/DSC03460.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, here is an updated pic of meh kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MYkviacu_b4/TiY7XBuTuZI/AAAAAAAAAlg/N4ry0Mav_f0/s1600/DSC03638.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MYkviacu_b4/TiY7XBuTuZI/AAAAAAAAAlg/N4ry0Mav_f0/s320/DSC03638.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-4998542001791918433?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/4998542001791918433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/07/blah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/4998542001791918433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/4998542001791918433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/07/blah.html' title='Blah...'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_nqoLp3ODw/TiY7QpnfbrI/AAAAAAAAAlc/jwYYFWpahxQ/s72-c/DSC03460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-3844197747265148150</id><published>2011-07-04T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T19:24:23.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Disorder?</title><content type='html'>So, I randomly found this personality disorder test. Seems to be VERY accurate... accurately interesting. Here are my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/paranoid.html"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: arial;"&gt;Very High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizoid.html"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-family: arial;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizotypal.html"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-family: arial;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/antisocial.html"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0033; font-family: arial;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/borderline.html"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: arial;"&gt;Very High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/histrionic.html"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: arial;"&gt;Very High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/narcissistic.html"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0033; font-family: arial;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/avoidant.html"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0033; font-family: arial;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/dependent.html"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: arial;"&gt;Very High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/ocd.html"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990099; font-family: arial;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Personality Disorder Test&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/index.html"&gt;Personality Disorder Information&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smh... not very pleasing, is it? I've got a lot of work to do. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-3844197747265148150?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/3844197747265148150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/07/personality-disorder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/3844197747265148150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/3844197747265148150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/07/personality-disorder.html' title='Personality Disorder?'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-1800796142777749944</id><published>2011-07-03T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T09:05:58.889-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adobe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macromedia'/><title type='text'>"Thank You for 'Choosing' Us!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;You know, I just realized that I &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; it when companies who hardly have any other competition always say,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt; "Thank you for choosing us." "Thank you for choosing Georgia Power/Six Flags/Yahoo, etc. We appreciate your business." &lt;/span&gt;Why even &lt;i&gt;say&lt;/i&gt; that? I never had much of a choice to begin with. I guess they call themselves being &lt;i&gt;polite&lt;/i&gt;. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;I was doing my usual computer evaluation/cleanup and going through my Revo Uninstaller list, and I saw the old Macromedia programs that I had recently installed. In the last column, it said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;"Thank you for choosing Macromedia."&lt;/span&gt; I thought about that. Back when Macromedia was still in business, they didn't &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; any competition. They're only so-called competition was Adobe, and at the time Adobe did not have any web-based programs. Adobe had design and multimedia programs. There was no other program where you could incorporate HTML and create websites. Not to my knowledge. If there was, it must have been some un-popular, un-heard of company. LOL! So it's kind of funny that the only choice you had was to buy Macromedia Dreamweaver.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;It's not like you had options. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;"Hmm, let's see. We've got 'Company &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;A, B, C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;. Which one has the best reviews and prices? Which one is more user friendly?" &lt;/span&gt;Same thing with Adobe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Now because Adobe has completely bought out Macromedia, it's even weirder when I see, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;"Thank you for choosing Adobe."&lt;/span&gt; Adobe has no competition! Adobe has everything. You don't even have a choice when it comes to design implication programs. It's just... what it is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Don't even get me started on Georgia Power. I think that's the only electric company here in Georgia that pretty much provides the entire state with power. What competition do they have? I mean, seriously? Yahoo? Pssh! Google is their MAIN competition, and that's mainly as far as searches. Six Flags? You're&lt;i&gt; not&lt;/i&gt; gonna find another amusement park in &lt;i&gt;Georgia&lt;/i&gt; like Six Flags. LOL! But like I said, I guess they're just trying to be polite, but the illusion of people having a 'choice' in these kind of companies is pure &lt;i&gt;comedy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-1800796142777749944?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/1800796142777749944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/07/thank-you-for-choosing-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/1800796142777749944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/1800796142777749944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/07/thank-you-for-choosing-us.html' title='&quot;Thank You for &apos;Choosing&apos; Us!&quot;'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-7023550670582302152</id><published>2011-06-26T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T15:22:50.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E.S. Posthumus'/><title type='text'>E.S. Posthumus Epicness</title><content type='html'>I recently discovered this band with the most awesome, EPIC music ever. YouTube videos are below. Well, not all of them. I can't find the videos to all of them right now, but their music is great for movie soundtracks. Yes, I love most of the music from movie soundtracks. I love this one and two others, one called Nara and the other called Tikal. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/GusLypfx7OQ/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GusLypfx7OQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GusLypfx7OQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-7023550670582302152?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/7023550670582302152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/06/es-posthumus-epicness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/7023550670582302152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/7023550670582302152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/06/es-posthumus-epicness.html' title='E.S. Posthumus Epicness'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-2904691094374272214</id><published>2011-06-17T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T13:19:00.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Assumptions</title><content type='html'>Okay, I am sick of people always assuming what kind of person I am based on what I have done in the past. My character does not matter, apparently. I have had lessons to learn just like everyone else. I am not a bad person, intentionally put here on Earth to ruin people's lives. I know what kind of person I am, whether you know it or not. Tired of these assumptions now. I don't care what people say anymore; my God knows my heart and that's all that matters anyway. Case closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-2904691094374272214?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2904691094374272214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/06/assumptions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/2904691094374272214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/2904691094374272214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/06/assumptions.html' title='Assumptions'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-2916309345002172690</id><published>2011-06-08T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T09:19:36.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mabinogi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creepers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minecraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfect World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Battlestar Galactica'/><title type='text'>Minecraft Fun!</title><content type='html'>So, Mabinogi has pretty much gone out the window and the oh so awesome Minecraft has taken over. Yay for Notch! The possibilities are endless in that game. I try to do a little every night, whether me and hubby play on our private server or we do single player mode. Those darn creepers get on my nerves as they do everyone. Every time I get a little too comfortable being out at night, that's when I end up getting freaked up. The torches sometimes reduce the amount of enemies, and sometimes they increase. But I still find it fun to run around at night, to give myself a challenge. I always have creepers sneaking up on me and blowing yet another hole in the ground for me to patch up. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much the only game I'm playing right now, compared to all the other MMOs I used to play. A lot of them have gotten way too redundant, or I just simply don't feel like wasting time in it. Plain and simple. I am trying to give myself a life other than just playing games, and nighttime is the only chance I have to play anything anyway, seeing that I have two toddlers. My son is walking now, so, double trouble.&amp;nbsp; Minecraft, Battlestar Galactica, and the occasional Mabinogi are all I devote myself to right now. Perfect World has even gotten boring. Ehh, oh well. Back to reality. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/m_yqOoUMHPg/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m_yqOoUMHPg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m_yqOoUMHPg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m_yqOoUMHPg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-2916309345002172690?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2916309345002172690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/06/minecraft-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/2916309345002172690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/2916309345002172690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/06/minecraft-fun.html' title='Minecraft Fun!'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-5878291057179604939</id><published>2011-05-30T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T08:27:18.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonliness</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I really wish I had someone to talk to, face to face talk. I get tired of talking online sometimes to people who have no clue about my life. I wish I had someone who has not seen the worse in me, someone to understand me, possibly someone who has been in my position. Doesn't seem like I'll ever find that person, or people. But I will not give up trying. &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-5878291057179604939?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/5878291057179604939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/05/lonliness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/5878291057179604939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/5878291057179604939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/05/lonliness.html' title='Lonliness'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-2650299356485631429</id><published>2011-05-22T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T18:55:12.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doomsday 2011'/><title type='text'>Doomsday 2011!</title><content type='html'>So what was up with this doomsday thing yesterday? We were supposed to all either be raptured up into heaven or die yesterday at 6 pm. I figured that crap was just another scare tactic. I mean, no one knows when the world will so-called end. But why trust the media? Some people were being dumb asses and quit their jobs because they thought they were gonna die. Why? It's as if they thought quitting their jobs would guarantee their safety or something. Made no sense at all. They're just doing this so that when something does happen, we'll be so desensitized to the fact that nothing has ever happened that we won't see it coming. I mean, something might happen tomorrow, for all we know. I believe that 90% of the bad stuff that happens in this world isn't even under our control or God's, but someone else's. But that's another story in itself...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the next scare will be. Probably something about October 21 of this year... I heard something about that. If not that, then December 21. I don't fall for every pessimistic event, because I know it is all done on purpose to put fear in people, as if we all didn't live in enough fear already. Seriously. Oh, well. I'm gonna live my life to the best of my ability until whatever/whoever actually does show up. &amp;gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-2650299356485631429?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2650299356485631429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/05/doomsday-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/2650299356485631429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/2650299356485631429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/05/doomsday-2011.html' title='Doomsday 2011!'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-7750193373730516164</id><published>2011-05-18T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T13:30:39.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelming</title><content type='html'>Has anyone ever felt that life was just &lt;i&gt;overwhelming&lt;/i&gt;? I'm sure everyone has. Once you realize what your inner problems are and you're working to fix them, life seems to get too damn overwhelming. Too much stuff to work on, too many bad habits here and there, and right when you think you've fixed one thing, either that same one shows its ugly head again, or another one shows up. It just seems like a lot when you're in 'do or die' mode. Ugh. Oh, well. That's just life for you.&lt;br /&gt;Best thing to do is take it one thing at a time, but even that's hard when they're so many things to fix in your life, with each one being as critical as the next. It can also seem like you don't have time to work on that ONE issue. Multitasking can seem like your friend at this point. But sometimes doing a bunch of life changing things simultaneously can be even more overwhelming. Then you have those times where you simply don't know &lt;i&gt;where&lt;/i&gt; to begin, which is where I am right now. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, here's a recent pic of my lovely little family. They are the reason I still try. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N6uru8BL3qE/TdQrmoIgYAI/AAAAAAAAAk4/6a0ATevh_wI/s1600/Family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N6uru8BL3qE/TdQrmoIgYAI/AAAAAAAAAk4/6a0ATevh_wI/s320/Family.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-7750193373730516164?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/7750193373730516164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/05/overwhelming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/7750193373730516164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/7750193373730516164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/05/overwhelming.html' title='Overwhelming'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N6uru8BL3qE/TdQrmoIgYAI/AAAAAAAAAk4/6a0ATevh_wI/s72-c/Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-7493624853717452765</id><published>2011-05-07T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T12:54:25.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brown Eyed Girls'/><title type='text'>New Fave Brown Eyed Girls song!</title><content type='html'>Well, I've found my new favorite song. Too bad I can't find the original video right now. O_O It's 'Candyman' by Brown Eyed Girls. I already love 'Abracadabra'. Found another one... and the mp3 of it. Free.&lt;br /&gt;This song sounds really different from anything else I've heard... from them or anyone else. It's not as raunchy as Abracadabra. It's just about innocent girls falling for the wrong guy because of his charming attitude, not being able to figure out why they keep falling for the same idiot. &lt;i&gt;Really&lt;/i&gt; nice song. And as usual, their choreography is &lt;i&gt;phenomenal&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/sZyYW6cT7ko/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sZyYW6cT7ko&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sZyYW6cT7ko&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/audio/d1MR5L7C/Brown_Eyed_Girls_-_Candy_Man.html" target="_blank"&gt;Brown Eyed Girls - Candy Man.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-7493624853717452765?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/7493624853717452765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-fave-brown-eyed-girls-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/7493624853717452765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/7493624853717452765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-fave-brown-eyed-girls-song.html' title='New Fave Brown Eyed Girls song!'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-1499761709088906972</id><published>2011-05-06T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T16:37:55.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regrets'/><title type='text'>No Regrets</title><content type='html'>Well, if there's one thing I've learned in life is that you might as well just try to fix your life yourself. Fix whatever problem you have to the best of your ability. I'm tired of walking around with the '&lt;i&gt;coulda, woulda,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt;a' thing. Come to find out, thinking like that all the time will get you absolutely NOWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;Now, sometimes is fine. It's good to at least pick out your bad decisions and see what you could have done instead. It's part of the learning process for everyone. But &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; the time is just not good. Regretting is not only bad for you to meditate on, but it also makes you look at life as if you weren't supposed to go through what you went through. Maybe you were &lt;i&gt;suppose&lt;/i&gt;d to go through it. You're looking at your life experiences as bad and unfair, but maybe you were just born to go through it. Not saying it was right, but whatever it was might have just been to make you a whole lot stronger in the long run. As absurd as that sounds, it happens to everyone. Everyone goes through something that they did not deserve, and they go through sheer hell to come out of it. Some people never come out of it. Depends on what you decide to do with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Regretting certain decisions will get you nowhere. I've learned that myself. Yeah, okay, you did it. At the time, you may have thought that you didn't even have much of a choice. But now it's time to find some way to fix it instead of blaming whoever caused you the misfortune. Unfortunately, as adults, we don't have any leg room to make major mistakes. One foolish move can land you and your family on the &lt;i&gt;street&lt;/i&gt;. Might as well TRY to fix what you can. Even if you don't have the resources. Get rid of the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;'coulda, woulda, shoulda'&lt;/i&gt; thing. Acknowledge the problem, talk about it,&lt;i&gt; fix i&lt;/i&gt;t. Of course that's easier said than done, but hell. Gotta do it somehow. I'm working on some things in my life right now, and I've realized that I don't have time for regrets. I really don't. It's hard to move on, but nine times out of ten, you don't really have any other choice. Better that then end up even more used, abused, and confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-1499761709088906972?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/1499761709088906972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-regrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/1499761709088906972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/1499761709088906972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-regrets.html' title='No Regrets'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-6565852256032748510</id><published>2011-04-28T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T14:12:50.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonder Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kara'/><title type='text'>Musical Differences</title><content type='html'>Well, here I am listening to Asian pop again. My new favorite group, Perfume. I think they're Japanese. They're songs are so cute and they sound good, just like the other ones I like. Perfume, Boa, Crystal Kay, Wonder Girls, Mina, Kara, Epic High, Utada Hikaru, Baby Vox, Kreva, Girls Generation, Twenty 4-7, China Dolls, S.H.E., Co-Ed, Super Junior, Brown Eyed Girls... and I think that's it.&lt;br /&gt;I think the main reason why me and so many other Americans are attracted to Asian music is because of the&amp;nbsp;innocence&amp;nbsp;of it. I, for once, am tired of hearing about and seeing sex! Everyone wonders why these teens are sex crazed and what not, the whole entire freakin America is probably more sexual minded than any other country in this world and people have the nerve to wonder why. But I can't be too surprised at anything in this world anymore. Everything is bad. But over in Asia, most of their songs don't represent anything sexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-muLw0rqpf-Y/TbnVt9i8S8I/AAAAAAAAAk0/MvRVf7Hk0-0/s1600/first_rule_of_japanese_porn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-muLw0rqpf-Y/TbnVt9i8S8I/AAAAAAAAAk0/MvRVf7Hk0-0/s320/first_rule_of_japanese_porn.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now before you start jumping up to debate, hear this. Here in America, everything is geared towards sex. Every last thing. Over in the Asian countries, they're not like that. Their songs are mostly about youth, friendship, and the good side of life. Everything has it's pros and cons, right? So, America is about sexy, Japan is about youth. Which one is better? Hmm, let's see. Sexy is bad because these little kids around here know too much for their own good and end up in a lot of trouble because of it. You've got elementary school kids running around humping like dogs and they can't even remember their multiplication tables. The youth thing is bad in another way, which can be worse depending on how you look at it. Everything over there is 'cute', right? Then there should be no surprise why there is a high pedophile/molestation/rape rate over there. Because everything cute over there is excepted, men are after the little girls they cuter they are. But here in the states, men want the young girls who look like grown women. See the irony? Either way is bad, but technically, there's no 'worse' way to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/yBEyRVk6yw0/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yBEyRVk6yw0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yBEyRVk6yw0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You watch these anime shows and anything cute is glorified. That's why people are so attracted to them, as well as the different themes and the story of the show itself. A lot of people in America are tired of seeing everything sexy. Sometimes seeing something cute can retrain your mind to think innocently, as long as you're not a pedo. LOL! But it's the same thing with the music. Japan is just one of those cultures that glorify youth. I watch a lot of their music videos, and the thing is so freakin adorable I would let my kids watch it. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/ofwFr8o8p0Y/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ofwFr8o8p0Y&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ofwFr8o8p0Y&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;So like I said, either way isn't all good. But I'd rather watch music videos that don't show the old cliche booty-shaking crap. Youth is supposed to be good. I'd rather see teenage girls running around, dancing in mismatch outfits to a goofy little song about life than seeing them rolling their hips around on some guy. That's just me. And it's not like Asian music sucks. It sure does not. It sounds awesome to me! It's practically all I listen to now. In Korea, they are so strict about not being 'sexy' that they will ban certain videos from even airing on their television channels. If they video is too racy, it won't even make it on TV. Period. I've seen one that didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. As usual, everything has it's pros and cons. Might as well just choose what you want to support/believe in and run with it. Doesn't even matter it you're different anymore. Everyone is.&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-6565852256032748510?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/6565852256032748510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/04/musical-differences.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/6565852256032748510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/6565852256032748510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/04/musical-differences.html' title='Musical Differences'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-muLw0rqpf-Y/TbnVt9i8S8I/AAAAAAAAAk0/MvRVf7Hk0-0/s72-c/first_rule_of_japanese_porn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-7896991409680453805</id><published>2011-04-24T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T15:12:59.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammar Nazis</title><content type='html'>Hey people. I was just on epicfail.com as usual... and came across the most heated debate I've ever seen about... grammar. Why these fools are chewing each other out about spelling and grammar errors as well as their education online, I swear I will never know. But it is hilarious. If you want to see what the fail was, click here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.epicfail.com/2011/04/23/elaborate-tattoo-fail/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=email&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+epicfail%2Fepicfail+%28Epic+Fail%29"&gt;http://www.epicfail.com/2011/04/23/elaborate-tattoo-fail/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=email&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+epicfail%2Fepicfail+%28Epic+Fail%29&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all that, the comments that people posted were off the chain funny... and&amp;nbsp;unnecessary. The comments are even funnier than the fail itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="comment-body" id="div-comment-143798" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="comment-author vcard" style="color: black; display: inline; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 25px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;cite class="fn" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;allah Is A Homo&lt;/cite&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="says" style="color: #b5b5b5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment-meta commentmetadata" style="color: #b5b5b5; display: inline; font-size: 11px; line-height: 25px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.epicfail.com/2011/04/23/elaborate-tattoo-fail/comment-page-1/#comment-143798" style="color: #b5b5b5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;April 23, 2011 at 10:47 am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; display: block; float: right; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 466px;"&gt;This is a compilation of fails…&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;1- the punk arse SPIC cant grow any body hair , looks like a little bitch-girl&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;2- what dumbass uneducated wet back would tattoo a confession on there scrawny body&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;3- his moustache looks like an invite for a man-meat injection&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;4- he is a wimpass peice of crap that isnt tough or smart enough not to be in a stupid wanna be gang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="reply" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a class="comment-reply-link" href="http://www.epicfail.com/2011/04/23/elaborate-tattoo-fail/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=email&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+epicfail%2Fepicfail+%28Epic+Fail%29&amp;amp;replytocom=143798#respond" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://www.epicfail.com/wp-content/themes/epicfail/images/reply_but.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: initial initial; display: block; font: normal normal normal 10px/10px arial; height: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 19px; text-decoration: none; width: 47px;"&gt;Reply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul class="children" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 60px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li class="comment odd alt depth-2" id="comment-143832" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://www.epicfail.com/wp-content/themes/epicfail/images/reply_ar.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: 46px 0px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; clear: both; display: block; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 48px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: bottom;"&gt;&lt;div class="comment-body" id="div-comment-143832" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="comment-author vcard" style="color: black; display: inline; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 25px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="avatar avatar-32 photo" height="32" src="http://1.gravatar.com/avatar/7f3df4f7e90e610819fcb2b8f193ab5a?s=32&amp;amp;d=identicon&amp;amp;r=X" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" width="32" /&gt;&lt;cite class="fn" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Majestic One&lt;/cite&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="says" style="color: #b5b5b5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment-meta commentmetadata" style="color: #b5b5b5; display: inline; font-size: 11px; line-height: 25px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.epicfail.com/2011/04/23/elaborate-tattoo-fail/comment-page-1/#comment-143832" style="color: #b5b5b5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;April 23, 2011 at 11:54 am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; display: block; float: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 69px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 399px;"&gt;And to add to the list of fails – uneducated stupid fuck – The tattoo reads, “Rivera Kills”. I had to read the intro to the article again to be sure he wasn’t, Rivera – HE is, Garcia… so it SHOULD read, “Rivera KillED” not Kills. HAHAHA dumb fucking bitch obviously couldn’t even speak or read English very well if at all. Heh, and the dumb “look” on his face is, “shit aNOTHER mug shot, but THIS time my tac is open for the cops to see!!! – I bet he NEVER rested good again after this mug shot was taken, just KNOWING some day this exact situation could pop up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="reply" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="comment even depth-2" id="comment-143885" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://www.epicfail.com/wp-content/themes/epicfail/images/reply_ar.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: 46px 0px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; clear: both; display: block; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 48px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: bottom;"&gt;&lt;div class="comment-body" id="div-comment-143885" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="comment-author vcard" style="color: black; display: inline; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 25px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="avatar avatar-32 photo" height="32" src="http://1.gravatar.com/avatar/754b587884c5df0bc7a7e07d7ae0e31e?s=32&amp;amp;d=identicon&amp;amp;r=X" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" width="32" /&gt;&lt;cite class="fn" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Dog Star&lt;/cite&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="says" style="color: #b5b5b5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment-meta commentmetadata" style="color: #b5b5b5; display: inline; font-size: 11px; line-height: 25px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.epicfail.com/2011/04/23/elaborate-tattoo-fail/comment-page-1/#comment-143885" style="color: #b5b5b5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;April 23, 2011 at 5:26 pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; display: block; float: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 69px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 399px;"&gt;Well…I still just do not get it. When given the chance at a better life in the States, why fuck it all up like this guy did? At least in the States the poor have help while in Mexico folks still live a life of uncertainty and pay taxes to a government notorious for making empty promises. I mean…some of their governors are paid more than our highest paid governors here…that says a lot. Anyway…homeboy fucked up. He deserves to be where he’s at…he wasted his chances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="reply" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="comment odd alt depth-2" id="comment-143910" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://www.epicfail.com/wp-content/themes/epicfail/images/reply_ar.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: 46px 0px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; clear: both; display: block; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 48px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: bottom;"&gt;&lt;div class="comment-body" id="div-comment-143910" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="comment-author vcard" style="color: black; display: inline; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 25px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="avatar avatar-32 photo" height="32" src="http://1.gravatar.com/avatar/36e6ee0c93e9c03fc2f6af195e786f75?s=32&amp;amp;d=identicon&amp;amp;r=X" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" width="32" /&gt;&lt;cite class="fn" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Dante&lt;/cite&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="says" style="color: #b5b5b5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment-meta commentmetadata" style="color: #b5b5b5; display: inline; font-size: 11px; line-height: 25px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.epicfail.com/2011/04/23/elaborate-tattoo-fail/comment-page-1/#comment-143910" style="color: #b5b5b5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;April 23, 2011 at 6:20 pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; display: block; float: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 69px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 399px;"&gt;“Wetback” is one word. Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; display: block; float: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 69px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 399px;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;A Mexican with a four-year degree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="reply" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="comment even depth-2" id="comment-143950" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://www.epicfail.com/wp-content/themes/epicfail/images/reply_ar.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: 46px 0px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; clear: both; display: block; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 48px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: bottom;"&gt;&lt;div class="comment-body" id="div-comment-143950" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="comment-author vcard" style="color: black; display: inline; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 25px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="avatar avatar-32 photo" height="32" src="http://1.gravatar.com/avatar/18ed7a6146be818179fd2a0aef1ce957?s=32&amp;amp;d=identicon&amp;amp;r=X" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" width="32" /&gt;&lt;cite class="fn" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Sean&lt;/cite&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="says" style="color: #b5b5b5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment-meta commentmetadata" style="color: #b5b5b5; display: inline; font-size: 11px; line-height: 25px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.epicfail.com/2011/04/23/elaborate-tattoo-fail/comment-page-1/#comment-143950" style="color: #b5b5b5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;April 23, 2011 at 9:13 pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; display: block; float: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 69px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 399px;"&gt;How sad is it when it takes a mexican to spellcheck some american scrub?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="reply" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="comment odd alt depth-2" id="comment-144061" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://www.epicfail.com/wp-content/themes/epicfail/images/reply_ar.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: 46px 0px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; clear: both; display: block; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 48px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: bottom;"&gt;&lt;div class="comment-body" id="div-comment-144061" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="comment-author vcard" style="color: black; display: inline; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 25px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="avatar avatar-32 photo" height="32" src="http://0.gravatar.com/avatar/c2a52b0cb4923afeea5af16e1df10297?s=32&amp;amp;d=identicon&amp;amp;r=X" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" width="32" /&gt;&lt;cite class="fn" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;allah Is A Homo&lt;/cite&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="says" style="color: #b5b5b5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment-meta commentmetadata" style="color: #b5b5b5; display: inline; font-size: 11px; line-height: 25px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.epicfail.com/2011/04/23/elaborate-tattoo-fail/comment-page-1/#comment-144061" style="color: #b5b5b5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;April 24, 2011 at 9:28 am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; display: block; float: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 69px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 399px;"&gt;Dante , your 4 year degree from clown college must not have covered the english language. The 2 words seperate are descriptive , while putting them together gives you a NON word. So to correct you Mr Wet Back , it isnt a word at all. Now if your as clever as you wanted us to believe you would have corrected me for writing `wanna`, instead of want to…So in closing why dont you drag your skanky uneducated ass back to elementary school and finish grad 3. I know the first 4 years of of the third grade were tough , but if you stop sucking off the janitor in the closet , you may learn something. You and your limey boyfriend Sean need to get a life and a STD check , BWAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="reply" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="comment even depth-2" id="comment-144121" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://www.epicfail.com/wp-content/themes/epicfail/images/reply_ar.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: 46px 0px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; clear: both; display: block; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 48px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: bottom;"&gt;&lt;div class="comment-body" id="div-comment-144121" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="comment-author vcard" style="color: black; display: inline; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 25px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="avatar avatar-32 photo" height="32" src="http://1.gravatar.com/avatar/36e6ee0c93e9c03fc2f6af195e786f75?s=32&amp;amp;d=identicon&amp;amp;r=X" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" width="32" /&gt;&lt;cite class="fn" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Dante&lt;/cite&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="says" style="color: #b5b5b5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment-meta commentmetadata" style="color: #b5b5b5; display: inline; font-size: 11px; line-height: 25px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.epicfail.com/2011/04/23/elaborate-tattoo-fail/comment-page-1/#comment-144121" style="color: #b5b5b5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;April 24, 2011 at 1:07 pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; display: block; float: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 69px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 399px;"&gt;Actually it was an accredited state university and yes it was a four-year degree with magna cum laude honors. I didn’t want to embarrass you too much or I would have stated how you also fucked up the words “there” (should have been “their”) and the word “peice” is obviously misspelled. It’s ok though, I would be upset too if I didn’t have an education, so I feel for you. Oh and laughing at your own “joke” is just a sign of how insecure you are if what you said is actually funny or not. That way at least one person laughed, yourself. Doesn’t matter what you say though, you’re still an uneducated PIECE of shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp;Interesting comebacks... and OUCH! I would never try to correct someone so harshly about grammar online like that. If they spelled something wrong, oh well. Trust me, I am a grammar Nazi and I absolutely hate&amp;nbsp;misspellings&amp;nbsp;as much as the next grammar Nazi. But why waste time trying to prove your smartness to an absolute stranger... on a topic that has nothing to do with spelling at all? You're just making yourself look immature. Just let it go. I see&amp;nbsp;misspellings/bad grammar every single day, especially on Facebook. Twitter &amp;nbsp;is another one. I can't STAND when people write LykE DiS oN mY pAgE N DeY tRy To TeLL Me SuMtHiNg. I hate it when people use numbers to spell crap. (3v3r = Ever) Why bother trying to correct everyone? Pointless and kind of rude. Then, the one day you make an error is when everyone points you out, and then you want to have an attitude. I wouldn't do it!&lt;br /&gt;Unless someone's grammar is at the point where they're trying to tell me something and I cannot understand what the hell they've just written, I will not even attempt to get myself caught up in a situation such as the one above. I don't have anything to prove to any person who doesn't even know me. I shall keep my 'harsh' comments to myself. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-7896991409680453805?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/7896991409680453805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/04/grammar-nazis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/7896991409680453805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/7896991409680453805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/04/grammar-nazis.html' title='Grammar Nazis'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-6751151731790176812</id><published>2011-04-17T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T15:16:10.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty Funnies</title><content type='html'>Okay, my new fave website is cheezburger.com! I made a few funnies of my own, with the famous cat pictures that they allow you to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cheezburger.com/EpicRealist/lolz/View/4588671232"&gt;&lt;img alt="OMG,  It's YOU again! -.-" class="event-item-lol-image" height="296" id="_r_a_4588671232" src="http://images.cheezburger.com/completestore/2011/3/25/201cc63a-89a2-4eab-b182-e7b6fa51c927.jpg" title="OMG,  It's YOU again! -.-" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cheezburger.com/EpicRealist/lolz/View/4601349120"&gt;&lt;img alt="Alright,  who's idea was this?" class="event-item-lol-image" height="240" id="_r_a_4601349120" src="http://images.cheezburger.com/completestore/2011/3/29/e284b3e1-becb-4988-8f71-78e635530167.jpg" title="Alright,  who's idea was this?" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cheezburger.com/EpicRealist/lolz/View/4603030528"&gt;&lt;img alt="Hey, I'm not FAT!  Just overly sexy..." class="event-item-lol-image" height="240" id="_r_a_4603030528" src="http://images.cheezburger.com/completestore/2011/3/29/34c142bd-0390-4f87-b02f-9006c691823e.jpg" title="Hey, I'm not FAT!  Just overly sexy..." width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one with the fat cat has a quote from a funny Newgrounds video I've seen. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cheezburger.com/EpicRealist/lolz/View/4588655104"&gt;&lt;img alt="Am I cute enough...  To be in an anime? Pwease?" class="event-item-lol-image" height="228" id="_r_a_4588655104" src="http://images.cheezburger.com/completestore/2011/3/25/ef84bcb8-d91c-4a3e-914a-dcf01dcc57a4.jpg" title="Am I cute enough...  To be in an anime? Pwease?" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, hope you enjoy! I know they're huge but that's just how the code came in. xD&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-6751151731790176812?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/6751151731790176812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/04/kitty-funnies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/6751151731790176812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/6751151731790176812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/04/kitty-funnies.html' title='Kitty Funnies'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-7580869693885042267</id><published>2011-04-15T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T10:10:11.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McDonalds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pringles'/><title type='text'>McDonald's Fries and Pringles</title><content type='html'>Alright, who doesn't like McDonald's fries?&lt;br /&gt;(hears crickets)&lt;br /&gt;That's what I though. I don't know anyone who doesn't. I haven't had them in years though, because I haven't been eating fast food. But something crossed my mind yesterday when I went to the store and got myself some plain Pringles chips.&lt;br /&gt;The Pringles taste just like Mickey D's fries! Seriously, they do. They taste like crunchy fries. Shouldn't be any surprise there. Hey, it's all potatoes. Not to say all potatoes taste alike, but Pringles in particular taste like the world's most famous fries.&lt;br /&gt;Made me start craving those fries. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I've just harvested my tomatoes in Mabinogi. Now I have to wait 5 hours to get my money. Boo. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-7580869693885042267?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/7580869693885042267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/04/mcdonalds-fries-and-pringles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/7580869693885042267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/7580869693885042267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/04/mcdonalds-fries-and-pringles.html' title='McDonald&apos;s Fries and Pringles'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-1070356784617107212</id><published>2011-04-13T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T09:42:21.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gameplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Combat Arms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vindictus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mabinogi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redundant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfect World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ace Online'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hack'/><title type='text'>Gaming Hiatus</title><content type='html'>So... what's up with me and these online games now? Lets see. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Vindictus&lt;/span&gt; has gone out the window. It's a great game but the gameplay/story is extremely redundant. So I gave up. Besides, I would always lag like hell in that game, no matter how low the graphics are. I couldn't even fight half the time. Oh, and I'd better not join a party or try to host one. I will never get off of one freakin bar... thus me hearing epic cries the entire time from everyone about how much of a noob host I am. The only reason why anyone ever tries to host a party in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Vindictus&lt;/span&gt; is because the quest they need isn't available at the time. So I'm like, screw you people. It's not my fault I lag. Therefore I got rid of the game altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Combat Arms&lt;/span&gt;... I downloaded that a few months ago and I haven't played in lately. It's one of those play for a while type games... which is a good thing. That's kind of the game I needed. It's a quick shooter game, no life to plan, no intense time needed to throw into it. Only problem with that game is people hack a LOT. People hack so bad it's sometimes obvious. If the same person keeps killing you with head shots over and over and at the end of the quest you see that person has 10 times more kills/head shots than anyone else in the party (ex. 50 versus 350), then you know they're hacking for sure. Yeah, you can kick the hacker, but guess what. That hacker has already cheated and have the other team more points to the point where the other team can't catch up at all. So in essence, it's too late to kick them. LOL! That's just the type of game &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Combat Arms&lt;/span&gt; is. Eh, I don't know. Maybe I'll play it today. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Perfect World&lt;/span&gt; is as awesome as it always will be. Glad I finally found a character I can stick to, since the new update. LOVE the Earthguards. I still have my archer, which isn't even on level 30 yet. That game has such great scenery it's phenomenal. I wish I could actually be there. The music and everything is awesome. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Perfect&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;World&lt;/span&gt; is just that, a perfect world. Hell, you don't even have to eat in the game. You fight evil and help out the village people, becoming a hero everywhere you go. The quests are annoying, and if you're not an elf, you're gonna be pretty much sucking wind trying to run everywhere until you can finally fly at level 30, but it's great. If you've had a bad day, that's the game to run to and find a perfect spot near some water, turn up the graphics, and let the music take over your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which. I have GOT to find the new music files to that game. They don't give you the background music files in the folders. Bull crap.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Ace Online&lt;/span&gt;! How could I forget about Ace? Hubby and I just started back playing that game. That game lags on my computer as usual but if I keep playing as my A gear where I can stay on the ground, I don't lag much. I miss my I gear because I like to be able to fly the ship. Sometimes that's easier than being a sitting&amp;nbsp;turret. Now that I am in the 40's levels, things are bit... challenging. The new places I have to go... ugh, everything aggros you to death. That's when being an A gear works best, when you can crouch into a little corner with your ship, lock on an enemy, and pick them off one by one because they can't see you at all. xD&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Mabinogi.&lt;/span&gt; Rawr. I've definately been on a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Mabinogi&lt;/span&gt; hiatus for a while. That game has gotten heavily redundant. The endless leveling can be a huge annoyance for anyone. The best way to make money in that game now is to farm... but that's only if you have the time for it. If you have 5 hour a day to invest into farming for a week, you can stay afloat, no matter how much the high level rich players jack up the economy. But if not, then you had better have a good life skill to use! Me? I've been switching between my two characters, since I have 2 humans now. My mage hasn't been active though. Level 50, no rebirth yet. I'll rebirth soon... whenever I feel like spamming crap again. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; My new human is still working on G1. Ugh. I shall finish soon! But as usual, life gets in the way, so I don't have time to focus on any of these games fully. That's a good thing, anyway. I can be just as productive in real life as I am in these games. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-1070356784617107212?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/1070356784617107212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/04/gaming-hiatus.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/1070356784617107212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/1070356784617107212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/04/gaming-hiatus.html' title='Gaming Hiatus'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-3178789130239673989</id><published>2011-04-06T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T07:16:08.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prolonged breastfeeding'/><title type='text'>Prolonged Breastfeeding? O_O</title><content type='html'>The other day, my friend and I were talking about breastfeeding. I'd seen this video once before about one woman who breastfeeds her kids way too long, and it was unbelievably crazy. The girl was EIGHT years old! The woman has two daughters, and one breastfed till she was five and the other was eight and still going at it. All I want to know is, what the freak is up with these women?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we all know breast is best for babies. But the key word is BABIES. Breastfeeding over two years old is just insane to me. I wouldn't even breastfeed past one year old. I don't understand why some women tend to prolong breastfeeding their child. It's just kind of gross to me. I don't know if it's because they are afraid of their child growing up or it becomes sexual at that point. I mean, seriously. A big FIVE year old still curling on your lap to breastfeed?! That's just crazy! That's just not natural. A child needs to learn to soothe themselves and not run to Mommy all the time. Apparently, the women who do this aren't at all&amp;nbsp;embarrassed, especially the ones who do it in public. Why would you breastfeed your six year old... in public? Or at all? There's a big debate on whether it's supposed to be done longer than the average. But why? If your child is talking in sentences and potty training, then they don't need to be still sucking away at your breast.&lt;br /&gt;If mothers are so concerned about the so-called health of their pre-schoolers, then they need to pump their breast milk and give it to the kid, and stop causing&amp;nbsp;unnecessary controversies, trying to get attention. An older child still breastfeeding is too sexual in my opinion. I believe at that point, the mother 'likes' breastfeeding more than the child, and it's in a sick way. I know the men that claim to believe in really don't believe in it. Seriously. How can he have fun with her if she's still leaking milk? Gross! I believe that it can cause psychological damage to the child. Who knows, maybe even more than that. Kids who breastfeed up until their tenth birthdays or 'whenever they decide to stop' might have sexual issues, like the girls may gravitate towards lesbianism and not know why, and the boys may be interested in girl's breasts way before their time and not know why. It's just not right! It's gross. The child is at the point where they can tell you how the milk tastes. Mothers supposedly get a joy out of that. I say it's straight gross. I don't want to hear my child tell me how good my breastmilk tastes, neither do I want them drawing pictures of my breasts as this one woman showed on the video. Her daughters always drawing breast pictures. Don't you think there's something wrong with that? Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;More mothers here in the US are doing this than I thought. I thought it was something other countries did, but somehow it got over here. Now mothers are blatantly doing breastfeeding their eight year olds... in public or not in public. Either way, it's still gross. But if you're gonna do something like that, at least keep in in the home. Don't bring that crap out in public because you will be bashed.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for the first kid who's going off to college and the mother says, "You know, whenever you come home, my breasts will still be available for you. I'm gonna make sure my milk doesn't dry up!" Tell me how absurd that sounds. &amp;lt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-3178789130239673989?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/3178789130239673989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/04/prolonged-breastfeeding-oo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/3178789130239673989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/3178789130239673989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/04/prolonged-breastfeeding-oo.html' title='Prolonged Breastfeeding? O_O'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-5425001929925220319</id><published>2011-03-30T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T08:38:15.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unstable Weather</title><content type='html'>Okay, this Georgia weather is still a bit, well, unstable. Last week it was in the 70's, and now this so called cold front comes through and it's no longer warm enough to even wear shorts outside. But it gets so hot at night. It's so gloomy it's ridiculous. They've been a lot of thunderstorms, too, especially at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7kCBIsM5mgY/TZNONrF5S9I/AAAAAAAAAjY/hmAGU1qVglI/s1600/Me%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7kCBIsM5mgY/TZNONrF5S9I/AAAAAAAAAjY/hmAGU1qVglI/s320/Me%2521.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rawr. It's supposed to warm back up soon, though. Let's see if it actually does. On a side note, this is a recent posterized picture of me and my new hairstyle. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-5425001929925220319?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/5425001929925220319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/03/unstable-weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/5425001929925220319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/5425001929925220319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/03/unstable-weather.html' title='Unstable Weather'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7kCBIsM5mgY/TZNONrF5S9I/AAAAAAAAAjY/hmAGU1qVglI/s72-c/Me%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-898411379754346042</id><published>2011-03-22T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T16:14:07.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allowance for Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;This is an old post that I posted on my old blog last year, April 2010. Forgot I had it on Facebook and wanted to repost it here. Still stands today. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;April 16, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Today on Facebook, there was a post on Circle of Moms about when parents started giving their kids allowance, what for, and how much. As usual, most mothers said that they give their children money for every time they do chores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Bull crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;This is what I had to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;My daughter is too young right now but I will probably start giving her allowance as soon as she shows an interest in money and how to count it. It will only be given when she does something extra, or special, not for doing everyday chores like everyone is supposed to do. I don't believe in bribery for chores because on the days you don't have money to give out, you have to deal with a whining, ungrateful child who won't clean because they won't get their 'dollar' afterward. Keep things in perspective; children are too young to know otherwise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;And that is true. You aren't supposed to bribe your kids with money for them to do the chores that they have to do anyway because it's their responsibility. Why is it mostly white people who do that crap? (Sorry, whoever is white and reading LOL) It's common sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Now like I said, if they did something totally extra, like mow the lawn without being asked or cleaning an entire room and they didn't have to, then yeah, they may get a little something extra. Or the classic 'getting good grades' might even work, although that's something you're automatically supposed to do also. My kids will not be lazy. But that is still a sometimes thing, like when report cards come out or something or they did superb on a school project. But regular household chores? No way! You're supposed to keep your room clean. You're supposed to wash your own dishes. You're supposed to help sweep if the floor is messy or if it needs mopping. Can't put a price on that! That's called RESPONSIBILITY, people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Get a grip on your kids, people, before they get a grip on you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-898411379754346042?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/898411379754346042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/03/allowance-for-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/898411379754346042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/898411379754346042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/03/allowance-for-kids.html' title='Allowance for Kids'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-2369200953946932195</id><published>2011-03-19T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T12:47:02.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astrology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Astrology Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;HAD to repost this. Someone posted in in Yahoo on an article about the moon being full tonight. Hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;The Lone Ranger and Tonto turn in for the evening out on the plains. After a few hours, Tonto suddenly nudges the Lone Ranger until he awakens. Tonto says, with alarm in his voice "Look up! What do you see?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;The Lone Ranger looks up and says "I see the nighttime sky."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Tonto nods and says "So what does that tell you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;The Lone Ranger thinks about it for a moment, then says "Well, astronomically, it tells me there are millions or even billions of stars and planetary systems in our galaxy. Astrologically, it tells me that Saturn is currently in Leo. Theologically, I feel the sky suggests that God is all-powerful and that we are small and insignificant. Time-wise, from the position of the moon, I'd say it's about 11:45pm. And meteorlogically, from the clarity of the sky, I'd say we're in for a great day of weather tomorrow. Why, Tonto? What does the nighttime sky tell you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Tonto replies "It tells me somebody stole our tent, you jacka$$."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;ROFLMAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-2369200953946932195?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2369200953946932195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/03/astrology-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/2369200953946932195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/2369200953946932195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/03/astrology-joke.html' title='Astrology Joke'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-6603565301174088062</id><published>2011-03-15T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T19:02:23.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Blues</title><content type='html'>Soooo, tomorrow is my birthday and it doesn't feel like it. I'm going to be 24. My birthday never feels like a birthday, so I'm kind of used to that. Oh well. Gonna do my best to have a little fun. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;But we went out to eat this weekend as an early birthday present. Food was good. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ImkYaEFwhe4/TYAQ5yt9BFI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Tzca9dYByCE/s1600/DSC03081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ImkYaEFwhe4/TYAQ5yt9BFI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Tzca9dYByCE/s400/DSC03081.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-6603565301174088062?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/6603565301174088062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/03/birthday-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/6603565301174088062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/6603565301174088062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/03/birthday-blues.html' title='Birthday Blues'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ImkYaEFwhe4/TYAQ5yt9BFI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Tzca9dYByCE/s72-c/DSC03081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-780358672839875240</id><published>2011-03-09T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T13:44:46.288-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep deprivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><title type='text'>Things I've Learned As a Mommy of Two...Under Two</title><content type='html'>1. Sleep deprivation is a disease. Get treated immediately.&lt;br /&gt;2. There's no such thing as 'me time'.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Shower? What's that? O_o&lt;br /&gt;3. Sharing means giving up the toy... and then taking it back three seconds later.&lt;br /&gt;4. So I put the wrong diaper size on the wrong baby. They'll survive. (pees out of diaper) -.-&lt;br /&gt;5. Potty training is, well, not easy when toddlers don't understand why the baby still wears a diaper.&lt;br /&gt;6. You'd do good to get them to nap at the same time... and wake up the same time.&lt;br /&gt;7. Tantrums are inevitable. Be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;8. Extra clothes are a must.&lt;br /&gt;9. You can never see enough tears.&lt;br /&gt;10. One will not remain quietly while the other sleeps. They are in sync with one another.&lt;br /&gt;11. Television is a God-send. You can actually get things done.&lt;br /&gt;12. Oh em geeee, the kid's laundry basket is full... for the third time this week.&lt;br /&gt;13. Leave it to one kid to piss off the other.&lt;br /&gt;14. NEVER bring two kids in the store hungry or tired. You're just asking for it.&lt;br /&gt;15. Yes, little ones. Grandparents spoil. Guess what! I don't! Get over it.&lt;br /&gt;16. Mealtime, is well, very interesting. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;17. Twenty-four months is not too young to learn to clean up after yourself.&lt;br /&gt;18. Good luck keeping things out of both kid's mouths.&lt;br /&gt;19. Bathtime is fun... when you don't get soap flung in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;20. You can never give each of them enough love before bedtime. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-780358672839875240?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/780358672839875240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/03/things-ive-learned-as-mommy-of-twounder.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/780358672839875240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/780358672839875240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/03/things-ive-learned-as-mommy-of-twounder.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Learned As a Mommy of Two...Under Two'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-4620184861494929951</id><published>2011-03-02T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T17:59:03.342-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lightning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volcanoes'/><title type='text'>Epic Boredom O__O</title><content type='html'>So... boredom pushed me so far up a wall today that I... wait for it... wait for it... watched TV! Yeah, I had games to play but didn't feel like it. I turned on the TV and came across the Maury show. Another common topic, but interesting. It was one about the teen girls going wild with their sex lives. Situations like those aren't even funny to me. It's just ridiculously sad. There are girls 13-16 years old, being prostitutes and drugging it up, disrespecting their mothers and everything. And so proud of it. You'd think they won the lottery or maybe even obtained a master's degree. I really hope that the Maury show gets to the bottom of the girl's behavior, and not just have them do a fake presentation on TV just to appease their mothers and/or the audience and then never change. I mean, seriously. These girls were once sweet, innocent girls. Somewhere along the line, whether it was because they had no reliable father around or they were raped/molested by someone, something went seriously wrong. I hope they get authority involved in the situation. What they should do instead is make the girls take lie detector tests about whether they've been abused, and then make an effort to fix the problem.&lt;br /&gt;Just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4piVlp5GaJs/TW7wy79uFyI/AAAAAAAAAi4/EPH8VwQMVcc/s1600/See+Explanation.++Clicking+on+the+picture+will+download%25250A+the+highest+resolution+version+available-thumb-500x333-47363.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4piVlp5GaJs/TW7wy79uFyI/AAAAAAAAAi4/EPH8VwQMVcc/s320/See+Explanation.++Clicking+on+the+picture+will+download%25250A+the+highest+resolution+version+available-thumb-500x333-47363.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oihdehsEWEw/TW7xrJvJe8I/AAAAAAAAAjE/anitYLpvYkQ/s1600/PHOTOS-+Chile+Volcano+Erupts+With+Ash%252C+Lava%252C+Lightning.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oihdehsEWEw/TW7xrJvJe8I/AAAAAAAAAjE/anitYLpvYkQ/s320/PHOTOS-+Chile+Volcano+Erupts+With+Ash%252C+Lava%252C+Lightning.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On a happier, less depressing note, I happened to find out that volcanoes have a tendency to create lightning. What!? Seriously! I did not know that. When volcanoes erupt, they sometimes create lightning because the volcanic ash is so hot that somehow it makes lightning come from the sky. And I mean a LOT of lightning. Awesome looking lightning. I was like, omg, coooool! Cool and creepy at the same time. Super cool pics! The first one is from an Icelandic volcano that erupted last April. I'll probably use one of the first two as a desktop background on my computer. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0MJFuQLiBOM/TW7w0KCnrDI/AAAAAAAAAi8/miSbmBZrpcY/s1600/Lightnings1-thumb-500x751-47366.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0MJFuQLiBOM/TW7w0KCnrDI/AAAAAAAAAi8/miSbmBZrpcY/s320/Lightnings1-thumb-500x751-47366.jpeg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the moment, I'm tired out for the night. It's my relaxation time. So I'm not that bored anymore. lol! I will play a game this time. Maybe I'll play a new game I've tried out recently called Combat Arms, which I know, doesn't seem like something people would imagine me playing. But I love first person shooters. It's an awesome game. Only bad thing is that it's from Nexon, and if you're familiar with Nexon, you know that their games are epically awesome but they are cheap as hell when it comes to paying for certain things. That being said, in Combat Arms, you can't even keep the guns you buy, whether it's using Nexon points or plain game points. It's only for either 7 days, a month, 2 months, or 3 months. Crazy, though. If I pay real money, I expect to keep what I pay for. Forever. So if I buy a certain gun and get used to it, I'm screwed when it actually runs out. LOL! Unless I buy it again. Q_Q Vindictus is the same way, and I've practically ditched that game. The redundancy is too much to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I'm going to go play something while I wait for hubby to be home to eat his nice hot dinner. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-4620184861494929951?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/4620184861494929951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/03/epic-boredom-oo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/4620184861494929951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/4620184861494929951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/03/epic-boredom-oo.html' title='Epic Boredom O__O'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4piVlp5GaJs/TW7wy79uFyI/AAAAAAAAAi4/EPH8VwQMVcc/s72-c/See+Explanation.++Clicking+on+the+picture+will+download%25250A+the+highest+resolution+version+available-thumb-500x333-47363.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-8236193248977627914</id><published>2011-02-27T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T07:50:30.185-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr.Oz'/><title type='text'>Television Sucks</title><content type='html'>Television sucks. It really does. There are only a few shows I even watch and care about but it's rare. Considering that I only have a limited amount of channels anyway, I occasionally watch Oprah, Tyra, Dr. Oz (love that one), The King of Queens, Family Guy, Meet the Browns, Criminal Minds, and... that may be it. Once in a while a good movie will come on and I just happen to catch it. The only reason I even turn the TV on is for my kids watching PBS. I've even heard that they're gonna take away the public funding for PBS, which is wrong on so many levels. Why would they do that? PBS has a high chance of going down for good now. So long, Sesame Street! &amp;gt;,&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely HATE those dumb shows where there is a celebrity man with this mansion and what not, and he 'invites' certain women to this mansion to 'compete' for his so-called love and attention. Like "For the Love of Ray J" and "The Bachelor", and that old one with Snoop Dogg, don't know if it still airs or not. Those shows are so fake and annoying! However, it's kind of entertaining to watch when you're bored as I don't know what. Everyone knows that this is all for show and having women make a fool out of themselves just for the money. We all know these men don't care about the women and vice versa. It's irritating to see the women up there, crying their eyes out, talking about some, "Omg, I really care for him; he doesn't know how much I care for him and I'll be there for him... Why is he with that hussy, she doesn't know him like I do..." It's foolish... and a bit funny. None of those woman care for him, and all the guy wants to do is tap each and every one of them in bed and send them on their way, heartbroken. It takes everything out of me to watch a show like that nowadays, because you kind of end up feeling sympathetic for the women that don't get chosen. But you have to remember, it's all crap and it's all fake! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;There's just not much good things on TV nowadays. Every time I turn around, they have another foolish reality show coming out, or another&amp;nbsp;nonsensical&amp;nbsp;talk show or comedy. I don't even watch Jerry Springer anymore. Occasionally, I'll catch Maury... only if it's a good topic. Not the same ole' ''YOU ARE THE FATHER'' episodes, which get played really fast. All the&amp;nbsp;unnecessary&amp;nbsp;drama, making yourself look like a fool on national TV. And who knows? Lot of those episodes might be fake anyway. =P&lt;br /&gt;So the ones I named above are pretty much the ones I stick to, especially The Dr. Oz Show. If not anything, I &amp;nbsp;want to know how to live a healthier lifestyle. And that other show called The Doctors. I hate watching the news, and I only watch it to get the weather. But even that, I can get from my computer.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's my little TV time. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-8236193248977627914?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/8236193248977627914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/02/television-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/8236193248977627914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/8236193248977627914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/02/television-sucks.html' title='Television Sucks'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-2601130783260562475</id><published>2011-02-22T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T11:24:03.303-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OCD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dyslexia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADHD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bipolar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syndrome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conditions'/><title type='text'>The 'Claim and Blame' Syndrome</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been around someone who swears by anything possible that they have a certain condition? Disease? Possible freak of nature perhaps? I have. It's very annoying. Those people who claim to have ADHD, or maybe OCD, or all of the above. I call it the 'Claim and Blame' syndrome. People who claim to have something and they blame all of their misfortunes on this one 'condition' and make a joke out of it.&lt;br /&gt;Technically, I don't even believe in ADD or ADHD. These kids that are constantly being diagnosed with it is just crazy to me. There is nothing wrong with the child; I don't care what anyone says. That's just their way of getting you to medicate your child for no reason. There is no such thing as ADD. Attention deficit is not a disorder. It's simply the fact that the child needs more attention and they act out because they're not getting that attention. Every kid does it. So why isn't every child medicated? Yeah, some kids do it more than others, but there's a reason for that. It's because these American kids are sick of being stuck up inside a school building for 8 hours a day, and they get restless and bored. How do you expect a 6 year old to sit down quietly at a desk for hours staring at a paper and pencil? It's just not gonna happen. More than likely that child is just not getting enough love and attention at home so they go to school and act a fool. Then they get labeled as being either retarded or having ADHD.&lt;br /&gt;But as usual, the government doesn't care. They label your child with a 'condition', then the parents take it and run with it instead of working with the child to see why they act out. All because they're too stressed at their jobs to even have time to see why the child is having problems. The easiest thing to do is give the child some medication so they can sit still in class and the parents won't have to hear about them until they get home. Ugh. It just annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the real purpose of this post, though. The fact that grown people still use that crap as an excuse to get by in life is. The ones who say, "Oh, I have ADHD, that's why I do this". Or another classic one, being bipolar. Apparently, these are nothing but FADS now. I hear teens as well as grown folk talking about, "Yeah, don't pay attention to me, I'm bipolar. Hehehe!" Now bipolar may actually be a serious mind condition that you can't play around with but still; most people joke around with it, whether they've been diagnosed with it or not. They just claim it. I guess it's supposed to be their little excuse. It's usually the ADHD, the bipolar, the dyslexic, and the OCD. Common everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not the person actually does have the condition, they joke around with it. I bet they say it so much they end up having it when they never even had it to begin with. See, ya doomed yourself. LOL! I just get sick of people always saying that. They do one little thing that characterizes them as being way too organized or 'particular' rather, then someone says they have OCD. Then they take that to the doctors and get on medication. For what, may I ask? Just because you like your hair bows neatly in color order going left to right and you don't feel right unless you walk out of the same door you entered into doesn't mean anything at all. It's just a matter of preference. Now, for the people who freak out and go bazerk if their food touches, or they practically kill someone who moves their pen from that one spot on the desk, they may have some issues. I still don't believe in the medication, though. There's a reason they're like that. Most of the time, OCD is operated by pure fear and nothing else. Something has happened in their life to make then paranoid over everything. But no, everyone goes straight for the freakin pills. Rawr! Also, just because you keep spelling the same words wrong over and over doesn't mean you're dyslexic. Ya just can't spell. Get over it. LOL&lt;br /&gt;I'm just annoyed of grown rumps using this claim and blame thing all the time. It's at the point where it's a fad and I can see it. Everyone is using it. Don't you people have anything good to claim over your lives? Seriously! Stop claiming to have certain conditions! It's just not cool! There's nothing cool about it.&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-2601130783260562475?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2601130783260562475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/02/claim-and-blame-syndrome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/2601130783260562475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/2601130783260562475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/02/claim-and-blame-syndrome.html' title='The &apos;Claim and Blame&apos; Syndrome'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-8934183510381399183</id><published>2011-02-18T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T20:21:45.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Religion Talk</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. I just thought of a &amp;nbsp;new topic that has been on my mind for a while now, inspired my my friend Eric from Mabinogi. LOL! It's the dreaded religion talk.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not gonna get too deep with this, mainly because it it late and I am sleepy as I don't know what. I'm just at the point now where I'm not sure what 'religion' I am. In fact, I do not even like religion. Religion is what separates people and causes fights over nonsense. People kill each other over beliefs, and most of them are plain foolish. Religion is just a way to bring people into submission so the 'higher ups' can have control over them. Just because one group of people do something that another group doesn't believe in, they stone each other until Doomsday.&lt;br /&gt;The way I see it it is that no religion is the true way. Yeah, I said it. None of them are completely true. Each and every religion has some good and some bad, and they are all twisted in some way. Every last one of them. Muslims believe in women covering their bodies completely so there will not be any lusting from men, which is a very honorable thing to do. But they also believe in having several wives and often mistreating them. Christians believe in the Bible, which is good, but churches omit certain things that are actually looked upon as being 'devil worship'. One of those things is astrology. Why do the churches tell their congregations not to study the zodiac because it is wrong? Is it really? Did God not put the stars in the sky for a reason?&lt;br /&gt;Buddhists are the most calm, serene, peaceful, healthy, and intelligent people you will EVER meet, but they literally worship a statue of a man. Jehovah's witnesses are very&amp;nbsp;manner-able&amp;nbsp;and practice their religion faithfully and down to the T but they do not believe that Jesus was the son of God and/or believe in true salvation (being 'saved'). Catholics are often the Goody-Two Shoes but when they sin they go to a small room in a candle lit church and confess their sins to a man behind a curtain. They also worship Mary. Heavily. See? To me, every religious group has their pros and cons. But technically, if you look at it, everyone is supposedly striving for the same thing. A higher being. Everyone's just going about it in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;So why are we fighting? Why are they so many misconceptions? Why can't people just leave each other alone? Sometimes I wish there was no such thing as religion. As I said earlier, religion is nothing but a manipulation tool to keep people in submission to something that may not even be real. A way to keep the whole world fighting one another. I'm now at the point where I don't really call myself anything anymore. Christianity has some dark truths that no one would want to know or even consider. But hell, it's obvious. Just check out the megachurches with the filthy rich pastors, the ones that are telling you, "Oh, you're not rich because you're not praying hard enough. You're not tithing enough. You need to stop sinning.One day you will be rich like me if you tithe all your life." But the horrible truth is, all of that is FAKE! Tons of people have been in church all of their lives, been faithful and everything. Been to the church every time the freakin doors opened. Still broke though. Been tithing for 10 years. Still broke. Been doing everything that pastor has been telling you and you're still broke and in the same spiritual state that you were in when you started. I just don't believe in certain things anymore. I have found out some things that would raise people's eyebrows so high they would blend in with your hairline. Then again, most wouldn't believe it anyway. That's up to you.&lt;br /&gt;So, um, yeah. I'm free from religion. It traps you. I'm not an atheist, though. I do believe there is a God. Someone created this world. Religion does not allow people to think outside of the box, and that is the purpose of it. That's the point. You stick to one religion; your mind will never be opened. I'm not saying go religion-hopping, I'm just saying try broadening your horizons and research! Don't just do something without researching, which most people fail to realize. Find out where the religion came from and why you do what you do in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;They don't want people to be open minded and think for themselves, and that's why America is full of stressed out, obese, unhealthy, over-sexed, workaholic, greedy, materialistic, selfish people. And it will never get any better.&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-8934183510381399183?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/8934183510381399183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/02/religion-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/8934183510381399183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/8934183510381399183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/02/religion-talk.html' title='The Religion Talk'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-3172779414049151798</id><published>2011-02-15T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T06:13:50.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I''m a day late but who freakin cares? Happy Valentines Day to everyone reading this! Hope your day was as good as mine was.It's wonderful to know that you've found your soul mate and nothing in the world can make you change how you feel about them. I hope everyone stops chasing money, sex, and status quo and find their true soul mate. That is where your happiness will always lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-420969c20d40214e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D420969c20d40214e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332133630%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46CF276563C8B0DB5805D4509E130E90EF2E6D9F.6B8C88DBF4D9F50739C9B2E7B2F0407C764C9CC2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D420969c20d40214e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpB2kwBxWLqVaYI51Q9ktD-eoSRc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D420969c20d40214e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332133630%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46CF276563C8B0DB5805D4509E130E90EF2E6D9F.6B8C88DBF4D9F50739C9B2E7B2F0407C764C9CC2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D420969c20d40214e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpB2kwBxWLqVaYI51Q9ktD-eoSRc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Currently listening to: Soul Mate by Gerald Lavert&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-3172779414049151798?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/3172779414049151798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/3172779414049151798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/3172779414049151798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-200773479840956698</id><published>2011-02-07T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T07:55:26.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surreal Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Here is my poem that I wrote 2 years ago about 'game love'. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Surreal Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I found love one day as I played a game, thought the ways you'd meet a guy were all the same&lt;br /&gt;Met ones in real life that turned out to be lame, and so I never had one to claim&lt;br /&gt;Trapped behind my computer screen for hours, playing this game called Epic Towers&lt;br /&gt;Got so into it I skipped most of my showers, don't know how I let it empower&lt;br /&gt;An addicting online game was my mainstream, because I had no life after high school, it seemed&lt;br /&gt;Never took care of my self-esteem, and I never took college to the extreme&lt;br /&gt;In Epic Towers, I created a guild, ten people joined and I became more skilled&lt;br /&gt;Completed quests as we drilled and drilled, but for some reason I was still not fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, as autumn began, a mysterious guy joins the guild unplanned&lt;br /&gt;His character was handsome and he owned lots of land; my heart pounded faster without my command&lt;br /&gt;His name was Slasher and one of the wise guys, level 120 and on the high rise&lt;br /&gt;Rich like crazy, made me fantasize, me glaring at him with big goo-goo eyes&lt;br /&gt;We started talking in private chat; he immediately brought out the welcome mat&lt;br /&gt;I started to imagine being in his habitat, and no longer being a computer brat&lt;br /&gt;Slasher and I became as thick as thieves, running our own missions, gathering armor leaves&lt;br /&gt;Talking about real life and what we believe, and in my mind this was what I perceived&lt;br /&gt;Three months go by and we make plans to meet, I tell my mother I’ll be at my friend’s hotel suite&lt;br /&gt;Because Slasher was only 2 states away, I took my car and drove out of my way&lt;br /&gt;Believing in a love that I thought would someday, throw away my cares of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I make it to Slasher’s house about 10 hours later, checked out my breath and made my hair straighter&lt;br /&gt;Meeting my love that claimed to love me, agreeing he would do anything for me&lt;br /&gt;The house looked huge, and very much like, a house in Epic Towers, very childlike&lt;br /&gt;I rang the doorbell and someone opened the door, a guy who looked old enough to be a chauffeur&lt;br /&gt;I asked for Richard Slash, which was Slasher’s real name, and hoping that this was not all a game&lt;br /&gt;The guy looked at me and let me come in, He said, ‘This is Richard, how have you been?’&lt;br /&gt;My fantasy was crushed; this couldn’t be the guy, who wrote me love letters and build towers high&lt;br /&gt;He had told me that he was my age, eighteen and now barely drinking age&lt;br /&gt;But this couldn’t be right, his house was all new, with no one around, not one parent or two&lt;br /&gt;I asked Slasher if he knew who I was, he said my name and I said, yes he does&lt;br /&gt;He then told me some surprising news; he was the owner of the game I knew&lt;br /&gt;Not a mere player, but the head of the head, and I said, ‘That can’t be, I was misled&lt;br /&gt;You loved me very much, you said, I thought that you and I would be wed!’&lt;br /&gt;My head began to spin and tears made a pool, on the hardwood floor, I felt like a fool&lt;br /&gt;I turned to the door and got ready to leave, when Slasher grabbed me by my long sleeve&lt;br /&gt;I was dragged to a basement and raped as I screamed, my heart cracked in two as I no longer dreamed&lt;br /&gt;Of the handsome Slasher in Epic Towers, and it seemed as if I was held captive for hours&lt;br /&gt;I had let this game deceive me so bad, I had a good life; I was a high school grad&lt;br /&gt;Richard let me go and threatened me not to tell, I had no choice, I was already in hell&lt;br /&gt;I had given him my full address, and he said he’d come kill me if I confess&lt;br /&gt;I drove home that day, bawling out to God, ‘Why did you let this happen, this fraud?&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t believe that this happened to me, how could I have been so naïve?’&lt;br /&gt;That same day I got rid of that game, nothing would ever have been the same&lt;br /&gt;Uninstalled and gone went the files, and I cried small puddles on my bathroom tiles&lt;br /&gt;I learned that day that love is not real; it is only an illusion, only surreal&lt;br /&gt;Time would go by and I’d never be healed, but next time, I’d have to let God be my shield.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sad, right? But these things happen. Be careful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-200773479840956698?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/200773479840956698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/02/surreal-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/200773479840956698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/200773479840956698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/02/surreal-love.html' title='Surreal Love'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-3224690192529090000</id><published>2011-02-04T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T09:46:27.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guy Tattoo Fail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TUw1KOxdFoI/AAAAAAAAAiY/BzVZHrZJFrw/s1600/epic-tattoo-fail-brenda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TUw1KOxdFoI/AAAAAAAAAiY/BzVZHrZJFrw/s400/epic-tattoo-fail-brenda.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't believe someone did this. What the H-E-double hockey sticks is this? Now here I was, thinking women were bad for this, having no clue that a guy would actually pull it off. Actually, this is the worse tattoo fail that I have ever laid my eyes on. Period.&lt;br /&gt;I have never believed in people getting tattoos of their current lover's name. Never. I don't even believe in&amp;nbsp;tattooing&amp;nbsp;your body at all. Nope. Don't care if you put ya dead grandmother's name on it with a rose and a heart and 'R.I.P. Grandma'. It's just not necessary. But the people who are in love with someone and then they tattoo the person's name on themselves? For what, may I ask? Just because you're in love one day doesn't mean that person will always stay with you. Things happen. A tattoo is a permanent marking, as we all know. Why get something permanent if you're not sure it's permanent? Especially these women. You &amp;nbsp;get your guy's name on you and then next week you find out he's cheating and you guys break up. I mean, does that make sense or what? Even if you guys are ENGAGED, I still wouldn't advise it. Your plans might not go according to what you thought.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even believe in tattoos when you're married. I just don't. I don't like defiling my body like that. But if you do want a tattoo, please just don't get your current lover's name on yourself! It just doesn't make sense to me, even if you've have been together ten years. I'd save myself the emotional heartache in case you guys were to break up or something. Then you have some fool's name tatted on your arm for life, unless you have surgery to get it removed. Why bother? You don't know what life can throw at you.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever this Brenda person is had better cherish this man. Seriously. Because with this kind of obsession, if that women were to leave him, he'd go crazy and probably be ready to kill her. This kind of tattoo is actually childish to me. You know, like in middle and high school and you had a severe crush, and you wrote the guy's name all over your notebook and everywhere else in black, blue, red, any other color you could think of. Then not only that, but you wrote his name in caps, backwards, different fonts, cursive, bold, in marker, crayon, even in freakin Spanish, French, and if you could, Japanese. Then there were those times where you inked up your arm with pen and tried to hide it from your mom, but it's sure not permanent. That is perfectly fine... for a child.&lt;br /&gt;This dude here looks as if he's in his 30's. I can't see his face, but I'm assuming. Epic, epic fail for you.&lt;br /&gt;Woe unto him if Brenda leaves him for another man. Then he has to save his money for ten years or so to erase a back full of tattoos. Shaking my head...&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-3224690192529090000?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/3224690192529090000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/02/guy-tattoo-fail.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/3224690192529090000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/3224690192529090000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/02/guy-tattoo-fail.html' title='Guy Tattoo Fail!'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TUw1KOxdFoI/AAAAAAAAAiY/BzVZHrZJFrw/s72-c/epic-tattoo-fail-brenda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-8125678296691588714</id><published>2011-02-02T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T06:30:42.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic Fail #3- The Duck Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TUlpam_SJdI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/-QCPJEn7TLY/s1600/epic-beautification-fail-big-lips-hairy-arms-eyebrows-fail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TUlpam_SJdI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/-QCPJEn7TLY/s320/epic-beautification-fail-big-lips-hairy-arms-eyebrows-fail.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am quite sure everyone has seen the famous 'duck face' by now. The classic face that women love to make, apparently thinking they're sexy or something. Well, it's not working and never has, yet people still do it.&lt;br /&gt;It looks so ugly and ridiculous, especially the women who get some kind of surgery to make their lips bigger, then they come out looking like this. Shaking my head so hard...&lt;br /&gt;The epidemic has gotten so bad that someone actually made a catchy song to go with it... and it's known all over YouTube.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pT9YI3hAkCY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pT9YI3hAkCY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get what's with the duck face. It's mostly teenage girls trying to look sexy but you end up looking retarded. Why oh why? Maybe the guys like it. I don't know. I just know the duck face is an EPIC FAIL and always will be from now until doomsday. ROFL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-8125678296691588714?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/8125678296691588714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/02/epic-fail-3-duck-face.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/8125678296691588714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/8125678296691588714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/02/epic-fail-3-duck-face.html' title='Epic Fail #3- The Duck Face'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TUlpam_SJdI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/-QCPJEn7TLY/s72-c/epic-beautification-fail-big-lips-hairy-arms-eyebrows-fail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-2706920574340453244</id><published>2011-01-29T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T14:26:58.810-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='12:34'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='order'/><title type='text'>Twelve Thirty Four?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever continuously caught a certain time on the clock no matter what? If not, then you obviously don't know what I'm talking about. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;I always catch the time 12:34 on the clock. Period. No matter what clock or no matter where I am in the world. It's not on purpose, other wise I wouldn't be writing this. I'm usually minding my own business, and I happen to glance at the clock and it says 12:34. This has been happening for what, maybe like 4 or 5 years now, maybe? Something crazy. I figured that it had to symbolize something.&lt;br /&gt;I actually Googled it a while back and surprisingly, I wasn't the only one seeing 12:34 all the time. A lot of people say it's kind of freaky. In a way, it is. I usually catch it about 3 times a week, and sometimes every day or two. The only obvious answer that popped up in my mind was that perhaps it means order. I mean, the numbers are in order! It seems highly likely, especially when your life isn't exactly in order. But like I said, other people have claimed to see 12:34 all over the place. Now when I see it, I just roll my eyes and laugh. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;One person says that it has to do with the&amp;nbsp;subconscious&amp;nbsp;mind being alerted like an alarm clock and also having to do with your inner clock. Something called biorhythms and&amp;nbsp;bio-sensors. Could be.&lt;br /&gt;Some other people have been seeing other series of numbers on clocks, like 1:23, 11:11, 11:23, 3:33, 5:55, stuff like that. Now I'd really freak out if there was such a time as 6:66 and people were catching that time. That's super creepy. I don't think I'd want that person near me! O____O&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's the famous time that I'm always catching on any clock I'm near. It happened today. This afternoon. It usually happens in the afternoon. Just randomly. It's gotten so bad that my husband has started to catch it whenever he's around me. ROFL! Now both of us just laugh. But not too hard. This might really mean something serious. That's why this is the year of ORDER! Maybe when our lives are in order, we'll stop seeing the old haunted 12:34 lighting up our digital clocks. &amp;gt;:-O&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-2706920574340453244?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2706920574340453244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/01/twelve-thirty-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/2706920574340453244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/2706920574340453244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/01/twelve-thirty-four.html' title='Twelve Thirty Four?'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-5898125879963218368</id><published>2011-01-25T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T09:49:15.739-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mabinogi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Georgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Finally... Friends!</title><content type='html'>The kids are down for nap. Well, one is. Unfortunately, Jamian can't hang till 12 with Syriah. So, he's still up, crawling around on the floor and babbling away. In the meantime, I am kind of bored. I'm on Mabi, just farming, and if you play Mabinogi you know that is very annoying having to wait 30-40 minutes at a time to do the next step. Rawr. So I'm pretty much doing nothing but browsing other people's random blogs and looking outside at the cold rain hit the pavement. Wishing my hubby didn't get off of work until 5. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;We finally met some friends recently. I know, like, finally. Someone who my husband actually likes. A couple that lives in Georgia, too. Nice people who have some sense. EXTREMELY nice, funny people. Ironically I met them in Mabi. LOL! I'd been talking to one guy in Mabi for almost a year now but only about game stuff. Until he told me his wife was pregnant just randomly one day. Now if you know me, you know how much I love babies. I didn't even know he was married or lived in GA. So I met his wife on Mabi one day and we'd been talking since she was 6 months pregnant. Their daughter is adorable! We met up the over the weekend in real life and had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;It also felt weird because neither me or Jamal had ever been 'out' with anyone. We haven't had any friends, anyone that we could trust. Ever. Not since college, high school, or anything like that. We just kept running into people who only wanted to either steal me from my husband or make me leave him, like this one woman I'd met once through and I thought she cared about me. Come to find out, all she wanted was for me to leave Jamal with the kids and run out all the time with her and her friends and live the club life as if I was single again with no kids. And I don't even DO the club life and she knew that. Just goes to show you how much people care and pay attention to your desires. Her and I had absolutely nothing in common. I had to let her go sometime last year because she started being disrespectful to Jamal and I for no apparent reason. Oh well. I refuse to hang onto people who are not beneficial to my family's well being.&lt;br /&gt;So we hadn't ever had much luck with 'friends' until now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-572df9727c90b4a2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D572df9727c90b4a2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332133630%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD61F7E939D83E680D95E5E40FA43021F46F1E4C.7C60BB6ECB8F0E543B09F2C32002510AADFE7157%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D572df9727c90b4a2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0iw-WKQXoJV61JAuj_i1NXlJ7cE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D572df9727c90b4a2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332133630%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD61F7E939D83E680D95E5E40FA43021F46F1E4C.7C60BB6ECB8F0E543B09F2C32002510AADFE7157%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D572df9727c90b4a2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0iw-WKQXoJV61JAuj_i1NXlJ7cE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is a random video of my son that I took about 2 weeks ago. His newest fetish is standing on all fours with his head down. I have no clue what he's trying to do.&lt;br /&gt;Yay, he's asleep again! I've got some free time now! :P&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-5898125879963218368?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/5898125879963218368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/01/finally-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/5898125879963218368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/5898125879963218368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/01/finally-friends.html' title='Finally... Friends!'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-7948618482610761937</id><published>2011-01-23T07:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T07:24:41.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Formspring</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything! &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/epicrealist"&gt;http://formspring.me/epicrealist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't been on this site in like, forever. Ask me something random. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-7948618482610761937?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/7948618482610761937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/01/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/7948618482610761937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/7948618482610761937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/01/formspringme.html' title='Formspring'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-8869221837688360141</id><published>2011-01-22T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T09:17:18.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNNY Yahoo Answers!</title><content type='html'>I've decided to get on Yahoo answers today. Just felt like answering some random questions. The questions in the Family and Relationships area are the most funny sometimes. People ask the most ridiculous questions! Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 class="subject" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;My brother really hates me..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="content" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;so im 15 and my brother is 17 and he really doesnt like me at all. we've always been close and hardly ever argued, he always asked me to watch him on his xbox when he was playing games etc. and we'd always walk our dogs together and do things together on saturdays etc. he then got a girlfriend and the saturday things stopped which really annoyed, i got quite jealous that this girl was taking up my brothers time with me, but it was okay he wasnt any different with me. so then he started college in september and he was still fine with me although with all his coursework he didnt really spend time with me, but he was still nice to me, then in about october time he started being nasty to me. it started with him only giving me yes or no as an answer when i asked him something, and when i asked him something that wasnt a yes or no answer he just shrugged, when i got home from school and said hello he just ignored me. now its gotten so bad that whenever i come and sit in the front room and hes watching tv, he goes upstairs, and when hes in the kitchen and i come in, he leaves.. why is this? my mums started to notice and when shes in the room and he ignores me she shouts at him, but this only makes him hate me more i think... im so confused and upset, anybody help? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" style="margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Well, I wouldn't say that this is the worst but how in the world is anyone supposed to know what to say to that? People just ask strangers for advice and they don't even know the situation. I just told the poor girl not to worry about it, and that her brother is just growing up. I said that siblings sometimes grow apart when they start to date and go to college and all that. As long as he isn't hitting her, then fine. But seriously, no stranger online can possibly help her much with this situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" style="margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Now, some questions are just plain dumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" style="margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;h1 class="subject" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Do you think he likes me ? Help Please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="content" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;He walked up to me when I was waiting in line for something at school (were in 10th grade btw) and he handed me a bag of peanuts nd I said what's this and took it and it was nothing it it so i said no thank you and threw it back at him then he said you can have it then he took it took it. I guess he was trynna be funny and play with me but Im always so nervous around him that I can never show any emotion because I really wanted to laugh but my face was really straight but I hope not mean. Then after he took the peanut bag back he picked up my school I.D and gave it to me it was on the floor and I thought that was nice because he couldve just told me it was on the floor and made me pick it up but he did it for me. Then the day after that I was at my locker and I was hiding behind the locker from him but somehow he saw me and he walked past and touched my side and said wassup (and my name) I wonder why he always bother to talk to me and speak to me when i never come up to him first. Other female friends he has made always comes up to him to talk or soemthing though. What do you think this means , does he likes me ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" style="margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" style="margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I hate questions like this, yet I still click on them and read them, even when they are&amp;nbsp;extremely&amp;nbsp;grammatically incorrect and have more spelling errors than a dyslexic 6 year old. Epic fail on my part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" style="margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Examples of my own, but no joke, I have seen these too:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" style="margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" style="margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;h1 class="subject" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;How do I make my penis grow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;TMI, much? How would I know? Ooh, maybe buy one of those penis enhancers! 100% guaranteed results!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 class="subject" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Do you think I'm sexy? (attached picture)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not at all. Your head is too small, your nose looks deformed, and your hair looks like a rat's nest. Go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;h1 class="subject" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #a64d79; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Why do people lie?&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because they want to. Nuff said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 class="subject" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Does he like me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, considering the fact that he's ignored you all year and then randomly starts saying hi to you the day you show up in a mini skirt, I'd say hell no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 class="subject" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #a64d79; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Why can't I stay hard?&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about watching some porn? Works wonders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 class="subject" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #a64d79; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;My 11 yr old sister watches porn? Heeeeelp!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg! You need to do something! Do something now! This is serious! Oh em gee, oh em geeeeeee! Doooooooo sooooomethiiiiiiiiiiiiiing! Like... watch it with her! Not like you couldn't use the experience! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously just saw the last one. But I made up the comment. =D&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AtiqchDY.K5vyV7h90p4xIsG53NG;_ylv=3?qid=20110122090134AAF45rn"&gt;http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AtiqchDY.K5vyV7h90p4xIsG53NG;_ylv=3?qid=20110122090134AAF45rn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shake my head and keep on answering the best I can. It's great for when you're freakin bored out of your mind and other people's minor problems make you laugh. I've also just reaches level 2 with my points! Woo hoo! Yay for Yahoo Answers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" style="margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" style="margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-8869221837688360141?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/8869221837688360141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/01/funny-yahoo-answers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/8869221837688360141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/8869221837688360141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/01/funny-yahoo-answers.html' title='FUNNY Yahoo Answers!'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-1066961480256199061</id><published>2011-01-19T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T12:07:08.791-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Epic Fail'/><title type='text'>Epic Fail #3!</title><content type='html'>So, um, I just had to post this one. www.epicfail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TTdC5ni-pxI/AAAAAAAAAgw/4YYzSybOL5E/s1600/blonde-fail-facebook-train-tracks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TTdC5ni-pxI/AAAAAAAAAgw/4YYzSybOL5E/s640/blonde-fail-facebook-train-tracks.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a joke someone posted, apparently on Facebook. First of all, the joke was hilarious! At first, I didn't get it. But after a second time of reading it, I got it. I guess the fail comes from not only were the women idiots, but the person who asked what kind of tracks they were was just as dumb. ROFL! The 'train' part gave it away! How dumb can you be? And the blondes? Wow, they were standing in the middle of train tracks like idiots, thinking they were some kids of animal tracks. Too funny!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I've never met anyone that dumb. xD&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-1066961480256199061?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/1066961480256199061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/01/epic-fail-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/1066961480256199061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/1066961480256199061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/01/epic-fail-3.html' title='Epic Fail #3!'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TTdC5ni-pxI/AAAAAAAAAgw/4YYzSybOL5E/s72-c/blonde-fail-facebook-train-tracks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-5054682533432014876</id><published>2011-01-17T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T08:09:55.074-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vindictus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mabinogi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfect World'/><title type='text'>Games Galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TTRoechz5GI/AAAAAAAAAgk/N82cMUtfYXE/s1600/mabinogi_2011_01_17_001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TTRoechz5GI/AAAAAAAAAgk/N82cMUtfYXE/s320/mabinogi_2011_01_17_001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mabinogi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I officially started playing Mabinogi again. I'd been&lt;br /&gt;away from the game so long I'd forgotten when I was working on. Now I remember! I've gotten back into the farming thing because I was so broke from when I spent 200k getting a Christmas outfit that I know I shouldn't have gotten. Oh well. It was a splurge for sure but I had the money for it then. But it's time to get some dough back. I'm trying to finally get the Valencia armor I've been wanting for ages. Then I could stop dying so much. Even when the game lags like hell. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;The only MMOs I'm really playing now are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Mabinogi, Perfect World, and Vindictus&lt;/span&gt;. Don't have time to invest in any others when I can barely do those. It's a shame that I've been playing PW off and on for 2 years and never stuck to one class/character. But I'm back in it full swing, and sticking to my archer character. If I can actually get past level 30 this time, then I'm doing great. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Perfect World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TTRozGXho3I/AAAAAAAAAgo/YZxhoEQzCZg/s1600/2011-01-09+23-43-41.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TTRozGXho3I/AAAAAAAAAgo/YZxhoEQzCZg/s320/2011-01-09+23-43-41.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vindictus is, well, too freakin laggy for me to enjoy. Only when hubby is at work can I use his computer and play the game lag free. I don't know what is up with these laptops not having enough power to run these modern games. Next time I'm getting a desktop for sure! I need to hurry up and spam to level 44 so I can finally be at the level cap when they do the next update. Don't always have time though. Got 2 super young kids who always need my attention, plus the extra stress of life added onto me. It's cool though, because these games are the only thing that really keep me somewhat happy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Vindictus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TTRpPpWoLuI/AAAAAAAAAgs/jGdpKWIw_kM/s1600/2010_12_19_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TTRpPpWoLuI/AAAAAAAAAgs/jGdpKWIw_kM/s320/2010_12_19_0001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-5054682533432014876?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/5054682533432014876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/01/games-galore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/5054682533432014876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/5054682533432014876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/01/games-galore.html' title='Games Galore'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TTRoechz5GI/AAAAAAAAAgk/N82cMUtfYXE/s72-c/mabinogi_2011_01_17_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-7013583141582863917</id><published>2011-01-14T07:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T07:47:03.974-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princess boy'/><title type='text'>My Princess... Boy?</title><content type='html'>I seriously could not believe my eyes. My princess boy? Have you ever heard of a mother who condones her son acting and dressing like a girl? Wait, don't answer that. Some people have and don't see a problem. But for me, I couldn't believe I'd come across an article about a mother who actually wrote a children's book called "My Princess Boy". It just sounds so... wrong! The woman even got on talk shows from using her book as a so-called anti-bullying tool for boys who like dressing like girls. What the hell? I mean, is it me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TTBoBqyUCDI/AAAAAAAAAgY/cSPNOvHrn7E/s1600/my_princess_boy2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TTBoBqyUCDI/AAAAAAAAAgY/cSPNOvHrn7E/s320/my_princess_boy2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't understand some parents. Everyone knows that if you see a child becoming interested in something they have no use for, you can easily divert their attention to something else. But some people actually sit there and condone the improper behavior. Think about it. Would you want your son to walk out of the house with a dress on? I know I sure wouldn't! I think this mother initially wanted a girl and pushed girly things in his face. He has an older brother, so why were dresses his size even in the house for him to wear? This is so crazy!&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people are saying, "Well, I don't see a problem with it, children need to express themselves and what not, doesn't matter what they like to wear, they're just being themselves...that doesn't mean he'll be gay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TTBvPq8OlzI/AAAAAAAAAgg/_7h5G-Eyk5k/s1600/My-Princess-Boy-image1-300x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TTBvPq8OlzI/AAAAAAAAAgg/_7h5G-Eyk5k/s1600/My-Princess-Boy-image1-300x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bull crap. There's a difference between 'being yourself' and being a different sex. There is no way I would allow my son to dress like a girl, and not only come out of the house in the darn dress but also write a book to the world as if it's okay. I feel sorry for this kid. He's going to have some serious sexual issues as he gets older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TTBr1uENGbI/AAAAAAAAAgc/TJjnlX5oYwk/s1600/my-princess-boy-princess-boy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TTBr1uENGbI/AAAAAAAAAgc/TJjnlX5oYwk/s1600/my-princess-boy-princess-boy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another thing. What kind of schools allow a boy to go to school with a dress on? Like I've heard someone say, it's one thing to allow kids to do certain things at home but out in public? Why? You'd let you kids run around the house naked but would you let him do it in public? There's just some things you don't and should not do! I so cannot believe this woman. Worse part is she's white and her husband is black, and what black man goes for this type of thing? I'm just baffled. I feel sorry for his older brother, who's probably already been teased for this. This world just gets worse and worse. More promoting homosexuality. Ugh! And they're throwing it on little kids. Now every boy who has even a small preference for&amp;nbsp;'pretty things' is going to take this experience and run with it. I am assuming that this kid may regret what his mom did when he's older. She'd better be prepared for him coming up to her one day saying that he's gay! I wouldn't put it past him! Smh... poor kid. And he's adorable. Such a waste of a boy. If he's such a 'princess boy', she might as well go the whole way and let him wear wigs then! No kidding. And what kind of dates will he get when he's of age!? ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;If my son wants to try on one of his sister's dresses one day, I might let him. Yeah, he can try the thing on. At home. But I will also explain to him that he can never wear one and that they are for girls only. There is no way in hell will I allow him to leave the house in a bright red sparkly dress and have him proudly declare that pink is his favorite color. No way. I think the mother was disappointed when she didn't have a girl and is now trying to get attention from the media. This is just not right! Not in my eyes, at least. Sorry to anyone who's offended.&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-7013583141582863917?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/7013583141582863917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-princess-boy_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/7013583141582863917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/7013583141582863917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-princess-boy_14.html' title='My Princess... Boy?'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TTBoBqyUCDI/AAAAAAAAAgY/cSPNOvHrn7E/s72-c/my_princess_boy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-5394986018882382569</id><published>2011-01-10T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T20:09:50.530-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Georgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epic realist'/><title type='text'>Georgia's Awesome Snowstorm!</title><content type='html'>So I guess the saying, "It's gonna snow today" was literal because it literally snowed today. In Georgia. And I don't mean a little snow. I mean hard snow, 3-6 inches! It's wild because we all know GA hardly ever snows and if it did, the place would shut down. Well, it practically shut down. Everything is closed and probably will be tomorrow, too! It snowed so bad that the news advised people not to even go outside as far as driving because the freezing rain would freeze the snow, and it did just that.&lt;br /&gt;But it's so awesome! I haven't seen 'good' snow since I've lived in New York when I was ten. It was so pretty. Hubby and I took Syriah out in it and she had a lot of fun. The snow was practically ice, though. You could literally peel ice sheets off of a car the size of a food tray. It was freezing though and still is. The temps are gonna be in the 30's and under all week, so no one knows when the darn stuff will even melt. Which means GA will continue to be stagnant. Even MARTA stopped running so hubby can't get to work. LOL! #vacationtime&lt;br /&gt;I took tons of pics that I may upload tomorrow. It's absolutely beautiful outside. But it's also funny how when it snows here, everyone panics. People are running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Literally. Georgia doesn't have the equipment for snow storms like this. They panic as if the world is coming to an end as soon as they even hear the word snow. They are really not used to it!&lt;br /&gt;Well, they better get prepared for it! Last winter it snowed more than usual, and the one before that, but this one has been the worse since like, 1973, they said? Something crazy. They'd better get prepared because usual weather isn't so unusual anymore. People had better be prepared for anything and everything nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. At least I don't have to go out in it. Jamian had a doctor's appointment today but of course, they were closed. So for now, we're all just chilling out at home and seeing when the ice will melt.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmp. I give it a week. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;~Epic Realist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-5394986018882382569?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/5394986018882382569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/01/georgias-awesome-snowstorm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/5394986018882382569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/5394986018882382569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/01/georgias-awesome-snowstorm.html' title='Georgia&apos;s Awesome Snowstorm!'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-2886716435411235023</id><published>2011-01-06T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T16:03:30.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic Fail #2!</title><content type='html'>Okay, people. Tell me the owner of this place isn't serious. Tell me that they didn't just name their food place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZGpg3qE1I/AAAAAAAAAfo/9wExXpHI168/s1600/pizza-shop-name-fail-herpes-pizza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZGpg3qE1I/AAAAAAAAAfo/9wExXpHI168/s320/pizza-shop-name-fail-herpes-pizza.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HERPES PIZZA!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either this person didn't know what herpes meant or it just happened to be someone's last name. LOL! The area appears to not be somewhere in the US. It's probably a Mexican place.&lt;br /&gt;But who in their right mind would eat here? I would automatically think that the place does have something to do with herpes. I don't care if I'm starving and this place was the only place around. I just wouldn't feel right eating there.&lt;br /&gt;Currently shaking my head. Notice how the place is EMPTY. ROFL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-2886716435411235023?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2886716435411235023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/01/epic-fail-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/2886716435411235023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/2886716435411235023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/01/epic-fail-2.html' title='Epic Fail #2!'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZGpg3qE1I/AAAAAAAAAfo/9wExXpHI168/s72-c/pizza-shop-name-fail-herpes-pizza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-3571383826233299923</id><published>2011-01-04T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T09:01:40.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life Changes...</title><content type='html'>So I deleted my Facebook and Twitter accounts. Facebook was causing me too much drama in my life and always has been. Now it's gone. Poof. Don't think I'll go back to it anytime soon. A lot of people will miss me but I let them know where to email me and get a hold of me. It's too bad that I'm not a phone person. I hate talking on the phone. I'd much rather be typing away in any messenger on a computer. But hey, whoever cares will keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;Family tends to say that I am 'too opinionated'. Oh well, then. I have my personal thoughts as well as anyone else. I don't purposely offend anyone although they say I do. People always take Facebook way too personal, so much it's ridiculous. But maybe it's about time I got off, anyway. Apparently, there are other things I could be doing with my life, even though I'm always at home watching my kids, doing what I need to do. Maybe this year, I don't need to be distracted. Time to look at things in a different light. I was making a lot of changes in my life anyway. Even though Facebook and Twitter was my practically my only connection to the outside world, I am going to try this for the sake my own sanity and progress. Thus starts my new Facebook-less life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-3571383826233299923?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/3571383826233299923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-life-changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/3571383826233299923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/3571383826233299923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-life-changes.html' title='New Life Changes...'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-2119520669817677894</id><published>2011-01-01T13:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T13:23:21.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog Post of the Year 2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Hey again, peoples. It's officially 2011! Time to get used to changing the year on the date again. I am tired now. I just ate a few chips and dip with my hubby and a little bit of wine. The stuff is kind of strong. I don't see how people can guzzle it down! LOL! I know one thing; it's making me sleepy (er).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I am kind of excited for the new year. Last year kind of sucked. Glad it's over, and glad to be alive and well with my family, prepared to tackle another year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I wrote this on Facebook earlier:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;™Changing yourself can mean two things, going where everyone else is headed or going down your own path. I choose my own path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;A little something I made up. I am finally choosing my own way of doing things. Sick of people brainwashing me and telling me what I should be doing when I am grown and should be able to choose for myself without feeling guilty. Therefore, I'm gonna do me this year. I think I have changed into someone that I wish I was years ago. But it's okay. Like I said, somehow, I'm bringing my family up and out into something better for once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Good-bye, 2010 and good riddance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Hello, 2011!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;All those ones.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;1.11.11&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;ROFL! This is what today's date looks like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and PEACE OUT! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-2119520669817677894?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2119520669817677894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-blog-post-of-year-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/2119520669817677894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/2119520669817677894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-blog-post-of-year-2011.html' title='First Blog Post of the Year 2011!'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-7261351970483645492</id><published>2010-12-31T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T16:38:11.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye, 2010, Hello, New Year!</title><content type='html'>Well, the year is about to be over. I can't believe how fast it flew, but then again in the beginning it seemed like certain things would never pass. But here it is, New Year's Eve. Planning on staying up till 12 but I have had a splitting headache for the past 3-4 hours. -.- I don't wanna go to bed yet! I refuse! Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope next year will be better than this one. This year has made me utterly sick of family for lots of reasons. Not my hubby and kids, but everyone else. Time for a new start. I've already made a new schedule for myself starting next week as far as getting my life in order at home. I have more than one 'New Years resolution' to accomplish. Most people make them but don't ever accomplish them. LOL! I am tired of not going anywhere in life and tired of thinking about the fact that the way my life has gone is not my fault. I want to feel happy next year in ways that I have never been. So I am going to do it. Screw anyone who tries to stop me at this point.&lt;br /&gt;So I write this as I say good-bye to the old year and hello to the new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hello, 2011!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;I did this in Photoshop. (birth year) LOL! Look for it on Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TR53OQTnRII/AAAAAAAAAfA/r7GLf569fyA/s1600/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TR53OQTnRII/AAAAAAAAAfA/r7GLf569fyA/s1600/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-7261351970483645492?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/7261351970483645492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-bye-2010-hello-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/7261351970483645492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/7261351970483645492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-bye-2010-hello-new-year.html' title='Good-bye, 2010, Hello, New Year!'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TR53OQTnRII/AAAAAAAAAfA/r7GLf569fyA/s72-c/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-111703666677221029</id><published>2010-12-21T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T20:44:04.066-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vindictus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mabinogi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfect World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaming'/><title type='text'>Late Gaming</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm up and it's 11:28. I'm only still up because hubby has a day off tomorrow so he's still up. I just got off of Perfect World. Totally awesome scenery and music. We've been off and on that game for about 2 years now. I know, going back and forth, making new characters. The only thing about Perfect World is the battle system is kinda basic and 'sucky', as I would call it. I wish somehow Vindictus and Perfect World would fuse. If Perfect World had Vindictus' battle system, that would be the ultimate MMO for me! LOL! But knowing that this will never happen, oh well. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1100186882"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TRGAtt3SRMI/AAAAAAAAAe4/vTTjfcUSRvY/s320/2010_12_17_0000.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1100186882"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TRGAdTOx0BI/AAAAAAAAAew/a6E8E3txzWw/s320/2010_12_17_0002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;I'm surprised that I don't even play Mabinogi half as much as I used to. Not even close. The redundancy has gotten too... well, redundant. Since I'm stuck on MMOs, I might as well play the ones that are worth your time. I used to spend too long on Mabi. Now I spend too long on Vindictus. Nexon really knows how to make you come back to a game every day or so. They have AP runs every day at a certain time and you just don't want to miss out on free AP, especially when there are freakin 10 million skills to rank. It's just not wise lol! If you can, just do the noob runs. I just can't wait until they finally release the full game. It's still in beta right now, so the current level cap is 44. I'm at level 38 now, which was the old level cap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Well, I'm off to bed now, Me too sleepy. &amp;nbsp;(falls asleep at computer) -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: right; color: black; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/EpicRealis"&gt;http://twitter.com/#!/EpicRealis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TRGAnVUa-iI/AAAAAAAAAe0/UQpmyk1nQhA/s1600/2010_12_15_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;t&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TRGAnVUa-iI/AAAAAAAAAe0/UQpmyk1nQhA/s1600/2010_12_15_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TRGAnVUa-iI/AAAAAAAAAe0/UQpmyk1nQhA/s1600/2010_12_15_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TRGAnVUa-iI/AAAAAAAAAe0/UQpmyk1nQhA/s1600/2010_12_15_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-111703666677221029?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/111703666677221029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/12/late-gaming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/111703666677221029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/111703666677221029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/12/late-gaming.html' title='Late Gaming'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TRGAtt3SRMI/AAAAAAAAAe4/vTTjfcUSRvY/s72-c/2010_12_17_0000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-6923550638370523914</id><published>2010-12-11T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T12:29:54.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Christmas Time!</title><content type='html'>Well, it is almost Christmas time. It kind of doesn't feel like it, though. Maybe because things aren't as friendly and family oriented as I would like right now. But it's fine. I've been feeling better lately, anyway. I'm changing into a better person, a better mother, a better wife.&lt;br /&gt;It will be Jamian's first Christmas, and Syriah's second. I am excited for both of them. Already have their little red outfits picked out, too. LOL! It is freezing cold and has been lately; way too cold for this time of the year for Georgia. Usually at this time, the temperatures are still in the 60's! Now it barely goes over the 40's. They say the weather is unusual here, and it sure is. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stay long; I know both kids are going to wake up soon and be ready to eat. Well, Jamian has already eaten. But he'll be up and wanting my attention. -.- I've been writing a few poems, something I haven't done in ages. I would post them here but I trust no one. Someone may try to steal and I'm not up for that. Sorry! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Getting off to prepare Syriah's lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Peace! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/Syriahlynnsmommy"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/Syriahlynnsmommy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/EpicRealist"&gt;http://twitter.com/#!/EpicRealist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-6923550638370523914?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/6923550638370523914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/12/almost-christmas-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/6923550638370523914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/6923550638370523914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/12/almost-christmas-time.html' title='Almost Christmas Time!'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-6503508313433858628</id><published>2010-11-13T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T18:26:35.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Dangers' of Today's Childhood</title><content type='html'>Hey, people. I just came across an article about a woman who died while texting and driving. It was sad because her older sister was texting her at the same time her truck flipped over. She didn't know her sister was driving and blames herself. I can't even imagine that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://cjonline.com/news/state/2009-05-22/woman_killed_in_crash_was_texting"&gt;http://cjonline.com/news/state/2009-05-22/woman_killed_in_crash_was_texting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me laugh though was this one person's random comment from an article about a kid who got in trouble for bringing a toy gun to school and hurt someone. I read it and it is so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;To all the kids who survived the 1930s, '40s, '50s, '60s and '70s!! First, we survived being born to mothers who may have smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes. Then, after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, locks on doors or cabinets, and, when we rode our bikes, we had baseball caps, not helmets, on our heads. ... You might want to share this with others who haven't had the luck to grow up as kids before the lawyers and the government regulated so much of our lives for our own good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious yet true! I look at all of the so-called 'dangers' of today and it is just plain ridiculous. Nowadays, doctors panic over everything you do to your child when children back in the day were just fine doing the same thing. I believe the only reason things have changed so much is not only because there are way more poisons in our food, plus the rise of technology as well as other things. Yeah, we all know that smoking while pregnant is not the best thing to do. But the kids that were born to smoking mothers back then were otherwise fine. They didn't have dangerous asthma attacks like we all do now. That's just the government slowly making everything more poisonous and we don't even know it. The aspirin thing, too. No one died because they took aspirin while pregnant, not that I know of! Blue cheese dressing? Now that's just a bunch of hogwash right there. Tuna doesn't even have a high level of mercury to where it would be dangerous to eat while preggo. The docs need to go after people who eat tons of freakin shark, mackerel, and shrimp. All the ocean scavengers. Not tuna.&lt;br /&gt;No, there was no diabetes testing, either. If you were fat, they just told you to watch your weight and don't gain too much for the sake of having a huge baby. The tummy thing is true, too. Since when was everyone pannicky about babies sleeping on their stomachs? I'll tell you when. When the government keeps doing a bunch of things on the undertone, such as putting stronger/more nicotine in cigarettes, then yeah, you have a baby born with some potential breathing problems. Also things the mother eats. Everything is poison now. The government is making everyone scared of the same things we used to be able to do. The lead is pretty serious. I haven't seen lead poisoning, but I know it's bad.&lt;br /&gt;Nope, no safety caps were invented. Its just that people were actually home and able to WATCH and RAISE their kids so they won't have time to think about how to get the funny smelling bottle out of the cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;I do believe kids should wear helmets, though. The reason why kids back then could ride in baseball caps is because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; People knew how to drive so they didn't hit kids when they rode through a neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Kids act so stupid nowadays. They see someone coming and they don't even wanna move out the street. It's like they're daring you to hit them. I say hit the little brats and run. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;THREE&lt;/span&gt;. The world was not as dangerous. Kids actually knew how to take safety precautions, such as looking both ways when crossing a street. Bet you if you ask a kid today what the safety signals are for bike riding, you'll swear they'd just seen you grow a second head.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of these things the government keeps preaching about not doing, I could care less about. I'm not gonna go into a frenzy, worrying every minute about whether my son is on his stomach or Syriah is opening a bottle of Advil. I do what I want with my kids, and I make my own&amp;nbsp;judgments. I'm not one for hype and panic. Ya'll can go on somewhere with that crap! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg! I found the rest of the post on the site. This dude is hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1.4em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED THE 1930s, '40s, '50s, '60s and '70s!! First, we survived being born to mothers who may have smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes. Then, after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, locks on doors or cabinets, and, when we rode our bikes, we had baseball caps, not helmets, on our heads. As infants and children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, no booster seats, no seat belts, no air bags, bald tires and sometimes no brakes.. Riding in the back of a pick- up truck on a warm day was always a special treat. We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one actually died from this. We ate cupcakes, white bread, real butter, and bacon. We drank Kool-Aid made with real white sugar. And we weren't overweight. WHY? Because we were always outside playing....that's why! We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. --And, we were OKAY.. We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride them down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes.. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem. We did not have Play Stations, Nintendos and X-boxes. There were no video games, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVDs, no surround-sound or CDs, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet and no chat rooms. WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them! We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from those accidents. We would get spankings with wooden spoons, switches, ping-pong paddles, or just a bare hand, and no one would call child services to report abuse. We ate worms, and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever. We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls, and -although we were told it would happen- we did not put out very many eyes. We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them. Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law! These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers, and inventors ever. The past 50 to 85 years have seen an explosion of innovation and new ideas.. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all. If YOU are one of those born between 1925-1970, CONGRATULATIONS! You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids before the lawyers and the government regulated so much of our lives for our own good. While you are at it, forward it to your kids, so they will know how brave and lucky their parents were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1.4em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-6503508313433858628?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/6503508313433858628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/11/dangers-of-todays-childhood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/6503508313433858628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/6503508313433858628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/11/dangers-of-todays-childhood.html' title='&apos;Dangers&apos; of Today&apos;s Childhood'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-3263218724143563195</id><published>2010-11-11T09:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T11:58:50.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weirdo Dreams</title><content type='html'>I wonder sometimes... why do I have so many weird dreams? Then again, I think everybody had weird dreams at least sometimes. For years, usually my dreams consisted of one of the following, or used to, rather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Some kind of mishap with a tornado (because I just love tornadoes)&lt;br /&gt;2. Any kind of bad weather (tornado, thunderstorms, hurricanes, etc)&lt;br /&gt;3. A monstrously huge house and a bunch of riches&lt;br /&gt;4. Roller coasters&lt;br /&gt;5. Little kids&lt;br /&gt;6. Something about New York&lt;br /&gt;7. Electricity (because I love electricity and always have)&lt;br /&gt;8. Elevators (because I used to hate them and now I don't)&lt;br /&gt;9. Trains (probably because I used to ride them so much)&lt;br /&gt;10. Something sexual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of right now. I have a gigantic binder full of dreams I'd written down over the years after I'd woken up puzzled and frazzled about whatever I had dreamed. LOL! I don't know why I like tornadoes so much. I bet if I had a scary encounter with one in real life, it would probably change my perspective about them. But for now, I would love to actually see a tornado. I just don't want it near me. At all. *weird stares* I don't know what's up with the violent weather, either. I just love weather, period. At one point, I wanted to be a meteorologist. I'm not so good with math, though. That wouldn't work out at all. O____O&lt;br /&gt;I've been around kids all of my life, so quite naturally, I'm always going to dream about kids. Besides, now I have kids. I love kids. I want to own businesses having to do with kids. Kids are my life. Okay, you get the point, right? The New York thing? It's been a little minute since I dreamed anything about New York. I've had daydreams but not dreams to where I was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why ever since I was a little kids, I dreamed about mansions and riches. I never had mansions and riches but my dreams always consisted of unrealistic huge houses and all the money in the world. I think that could be significant of something to come in the future, though. =)&lt;br /&gt;I've always LOVED roller coasters. I used to want to design one and have it built one day. and maybe I will still get my wish. Talk about a ton of money. But they way I look at it, sometimes my dreams have a hidden meaning to them, and when you put them together it starts to make sense. Know what I mean? I want my own roller coaster one day that I designed. I've also always loved electricity. Don't know why, just do. I remember being fascinated with certain science projects that involved electricity and in middle school, having a technology class where we had to figure out which wires connected where to make light bulbs come on. Loved it. Just don't want to get&amp;nbsp;electrocuted.&lt;br /&gt;Elevators? No clue why I dream about those. I used to hate them as a kid. Since New York, my hometown, has a lot of big buildings, I had lots of encounters with "impatient elevators", ones that seemed to start closing as soon as you walk inside the darn thing. So my biggest fear was that those huge metal doors would crush the hell out of me. Now? Not so much. I'm not exactly scared of them, but I have my guard up. Way up. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;And trains... I have ridden trains for about 3 years straight, going back and forth to college. I've had dreams that ranged from train accidents to walking in the train tracks, falling in the train tracks, anything. This is not to say that I was ever afraid of trains, but like the elevator thing, I had my guard up. People are crazy nowadays. You could be minding your own beeswaz, and some drunken fool decides he wants to push you into the train tracks just as the train is approaching. I don't put anything past anyone. When it comes to waiting for a train, I stay my black butt at a safe distance. Think I'm playing? &amp;gt;:-O&lt;br /&gt;Now we can all vouch for ourselves. I'm pretty sure everyone has sexual dreams. Weird ones, too. Ones that don't involve you being with your significant other. I don't even try hard. I don't even try at all! The other night, I had a dream about me and the rapper LUDACRIS fooling around. I was like wtf!? LUDACRIS!? I don't even like Luda like that! He's not attractive to me at all! And no, I wasn't listening to his music, either. He just randomly popped up in my dream. I told my hubby and he laughed. SMH...&lt;br /&gt;I suppose anything that you are exposed to, or not exposed to, can show up in your dreams. The weirdest stuff you can ever imagine. I had a dream once where a guy built a roller coaster so long it went from NY to California. What in the world? Yeah. Right. Well, I'll just keep on dreaming and see what other crazy stuff my mind can conjure up. Hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-3263218724143563195?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/3263218724143563195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-weirdo-dreams_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/3263218724143563195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/3263218724143563195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-weirdo-dreams_11.html' title='My Weirdo Dreams'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-892765706458925088</id><published>2010-11-03T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T09:09:52.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic Fail!</title><content type='html'>Lately my favorite website (besides Facebook) has been www.epicfail.com. They have some pretty hilarious stuff up there, random picture of people doing crazy things, little saying on Facebook, all kinds of crap. I found one in my email today that was so awful it just took the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TNGIrgYOU3I/AAAAAAAAAdk/4VR4g8wIc80/s1600/Rawr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TNGIrgYOU3I/AAAAAAAAAdk/4VR4g8wIc80/s400/Rawr.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wow. Just... wow. And people have the nerve to make fun of Angeline Jolie. This girl must have been on crack. Her lips were fine before she did whatever kind of surgery this is. Now her lips look like misshapen balloons. What was she thinking!? What guy will want that!? I guess there are some that do!&lt;br /&gt;Just had to repost this ridiculousness. SMH...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-892765706458925088?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/892765706458925088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/11/epic-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/892765706458925088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/892765706458925088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/11/epic-fail.html' title='Epic Fail!'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TNGIrgYOU3I/AAAAAAAAAdk/4VR4g8wIc80/s72-c/Rawr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-1360855414666752812</id><published>2010-10-14T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T08:31:48.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sesame Street... and Dumb Parenting</title><content type='html'>Okay, so we all know Sesame Street, right? Agreed. Yesterday I was researching the history of the greatest kids show in the universe. They were talking about the differences in today's show versus the Sesame Street from like, the 60's and beyond. They said certain things back then couldn't fly now because kids wouldn't grasp on, like the concept of the world being 10 times friendlier back then and how kids just willingly walked up to strangers and talked to them. Yeah, kids nowadays would be like, "Mommy, why is that girl talking to a stranger?" Obvious stuff. Then they talked about how they took certain characters out, maybe not temporarily but for a certain period of time for various reasons. Or maybe they stopped letting certain characters do certain things. Like now, we all know about Ernie and his obsession with his rubber ducky. Nowadays, even a 5 year old who's been around grown people long enough would think sexual and think maybe Ernie is gay, or maybe Bert is his boyfriend, considering they're always in bed together and back in the day they took baths together and what not.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, don't blame me. I'm just looking at this world and how it's changed. Some things just can't work anymore when it comes to Sesame Street or any other kids show, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;But what really got me is the reason they cut down on showing Cookie Monster. Cookie Monster was one of my favorite characters when I was a kid. One article actually said that the reason they stopped showing Cookie Monster as much nowadays is because of his obsession with cookies, and that it contributed to today's childhood obesity dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;You should have seen the look on my face. I was like WHAT?! They took out Cookie Monster because they said his love of cookies would give kids the wrong idea!? What kind of bull crap is that?! First of all, isn't it the parent's responsibility to make sure their children don't overindulge in cookies? I mean, is it just me or what? Keep in mind, this is what PARENTS started to say. They started to bash Sesame Street in the sense that kids don't need to see a fictional character engorge in junk food. That is so dumb. It was almost the dumbest thing someone has ever said about any kid show. Why don't parents be parents and be responsible for what their kids eat and stop blaming society, shows, commercials, and everyone else within a 10 mile radius? If your kid is fat, is it not because your child saw Cookie Monster eat a billion cookies and now they tried to copy. Your child is fat because you are too freakin busy to make sure they don't eat a billion cookies, and you don't spank them when they beg, cry and throw tantrums for them. Don't blame an innocent TV show. At least they're the one's making the money off of 'making kids fat'! Come on!&lt;br /&gt;Parents need to wake up and stop being idiots. Take charge over your own child's eating habits. If you think a show is poisoning their minds, then don't allow them to watch it anymore! Have some common sense, people. I already know the main people who are complaining about this are the ones that are way too overprotective of their kids, the ones who freak out if their kid eats one piece of food that isn't organic. Ugh! I just got mad when I found out that this was the reason why Cookie Monster hardly ever makes an appearance now, and if he does, more than likely he isn't wolfing down cookies like he did back in the day. But that's what makes the show funny. The characters that eat a lot are always the funniest ones! Don't take the humor out of the show! That's why Sesame Street has been around for like, 50 years and counting. Some parents need to lighten up.&lt;br /&gt;Cookie Monster could be my kid's favorite character. She could have Cookie Monster sheets, pillows, wall stickers, dolls, coloring books, diapers, books, blankets, or freakin Cookie Monster dishes for all I care. Doesn't mean she'll constantly gobble up cookies. It's all about what you teach your child. Common sense, people. SMH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-1360855414666752812?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/1360855414666752812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/10/sesame-street-and-dumb-parenting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/1360855414666752812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/1360855414666752812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/10/sesame-street-and-dumb-parenting.html' title='Sesame Street... and Dumb Parenting'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-2256430265982244299</id><published>2010-09-30T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T18:46:20.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooler Weather!</title><content type='html'>So, the cooler weather is finally breaking through. I am very happy for that! Before, it was way too hot to do anything. I didn't even feel like taking Syriah outside, not even for 10 minutes. Now autumn is officially here, and I'm getting my butt outside more.&lt;br /&gt;This is not to say that I enjoy the cold weather because I do not in the least bit. LOL! I'd rather be hot than cold any day. I'm very cold natured and any time either my hands, feet, or ears get cold, I get soooo uncomfortable it's ridiculous. I've just been wanting a break from the heat. Wish there was a park nearby. It sucks that Union City has no parks within a 10 mile radius. No surprise, though. Black people don't care much about staying active so it's never a request or a priority. Most people around here and comfortable with their kids simply playing in their apartment complexes' parking lots, which is highly dangerous if you aren't watching them. I want to take my kids to parks so they can roam free.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the cooler weather, mostly because of my fall clothes. I haven't worn them in ages, considering I was pregnant back to back and wasn't able to fit some of them. Either that or I just didn't go as many places. So yay for fall and the colorful leaves. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-2256430265982244299?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/2256430265982244299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/09/cooler-weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/2256430265982244299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/2256430265982244299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/09/cooler-weather.html' title='Cooler Weather!'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-4182386657580097640</id><published>2010-09-14T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T08:11:39.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin Beiber'/><title type='text'>The 90's Life</title><content type='html'>I really miss the 90's and everything about it. I miss the respect people had for one another. I miss the old cartoons. I was a 90's kids that grew up on Rugrats, Looney Tunes, Animaniacs, Cat Dog, etc. Those old classic cartoons were the bomb! It's a shame that now the cartoons that are out are a bunch of crap. In the 90's, things were more genuine, innocent, purposeful. I have no respect for the shows that are out now. I mean, I love Spongebob and even when you look at that, we all know Spongebob is gay! There's no way something like that would have come out in the 90's. People didn't even start becoming "openly" gay back then like they are now. These days, everything sucks.&lt;br /&gt;All of the old shows were better. Keenan and Kel was better than Drake and Josh. Even the Amanda Show, which I wasn't too fond of, was better than some of the stuff out now. Back then, PBS shows were more educational than they are now. I remember shows like Lamb Chops Play Along, The Puzzle Place, and KidSongs. Love the Puzzle Place theme song. One day, I remembered about it and looked it up on YouTube. I played the thing about 20 times. I missed it that much!&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of other things I miss about the 90's, not just the shows and movies. I miss the music too. The world has changed so much and the music they have out now is a bunch of bull crap. The music is 10 times more sex-oriented than it used to be, more degrading to females as it has ever been, and way more derogatory and/or death oriented. Of course, we all know the 90's was the big Baby Boom generation. But overall, the music was better. Keith Sweat, R.Kelly, Color Me Badd, LL.Cool J, Luther Vandross, Dru Hill, Isley Brothers, Gerald Lavert, Tony Toni Tone, TLC, and whoever else to me were much better than any Neo, Usher, Nelly, T.I., Justin Beiber, and whoever else is on the radio nowadays. I don't even know who's on the radio because I never listen to the radio. &amp;nbsp;Don't care to. Music is WAY too sexual now. BLACK music is more sexual and WHITE music is more morbid. It wasn't even half as bad then. I was a kid hearing that 90's stuff, but as I got older, I started to compare the music then to the music now and everything else since the 2000's started and it was whack. Even reggae isn't the same. Hip hop is straight dumb now. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could go back to 90's sometimes. People actually believed in spanking their kids back then because the Bible clearly says, "Spare the rod, spoil the child". Kids were a whole lot more respectful, not only to each other but their elders as well. People were nicer and the whole world was nicer. Oh well, time keeps going and things keep getting worse, no matter what anyone says. Might as well keep making the best of it. I could care less if people call me old-fashioned. Hell, I am old-fashioned. Sue me. See if I care. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-4182386657580097640?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/4182386657580097640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/09/90s-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/4182386657580097640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/4182386657580097640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/09/90s-life.html' title='The 90&apos;s Life'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-6887239739213993246</id><published>2010-09-03T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T18:01:26.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><title type='text'>The 2012 Dilemma</title><content type='html'>Okay, so everyone's been talking about 2012 and what could possibly happen. Things are already happening in the world right now, as we all know. Drastic weather changes, prices rising, businesses diminishing, perversion running more ramped than ever. There is movie after movie after documentary of assumptions of what will happen on the dreaded day, December 21, 2012. They say something about a galactic shift that will cause the world to end or crash or something of that nature. Everyone thinks they know everything.&lt;br /&gt;Know what I think? I think it's just a bunch of scare tactics. I know something will happen then but I'm not at all scared of it. The only ones who are scared are the ones that are not right with God. I'm not scared of what will happen! I am looking FORWARD to 2012. Maybe the world will crash to get people to wake up. A new era needs to happen, come to think of it! This world is too corrupt. They create all these elaborate assumptions of what will happen, when no one knows what will happen. We only know pieces because God warns us about these times in the Bible, in Revelations. I welcome whatever comes our way. If an alien invasion comes and wipes up out, so be it! If more crazy weather comes, let it come! I love violent weather, anyway. Hell, I wanna see a tornado up close. Maybe my chance is coming. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the hurricanes, tsunami's, earthquakes, and everything else. The Earth is angry at man for destroying it, so Earth is getting its payback. God is angry at man for destroying the earth. I cannot wait for 2012. I wonder how many people will actually be happy and welcome that year when it comes like they welcome any&amp;nbsp; other year. I'm serious. I'm not scared of what's to come. Man deserves it. Like I said, the only people who are panicking right now are the ones who are not right with God! Whatever happens, I know my family and I will be okay. And that's not gonna change.&lt;br /&gt;I believe what people say about ancient civilizations being able to read the stars and predict patterns and what is coming in the future. I totally believe that. That stars aren't just there to look pretty. I also believe that somewhere along the line, someone came and stole information from the Mayan civilization and Egyptians and whoever else and threw their little punch lines in. They admit that those ancient people knew what was gonna happen. But then they put in their 2 cents, and some things just don't add up. Or like I said, its just a bunch of scare tactics. They say food will run out and everyone will starve. I seriously doubt that. There is enough food in this country to last us forever, as long as the animals don't die! I do believe that the supermarkets may die out and people will have to rely on killing their own food to survive but not the fact that there will be a severe famine. I doubt it. Hey, I just have my opinions. Don't like em? Go on somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;I know the banking system will die out eventually also. Money? What's money? It's all fake. Until money has no value, people need to stop relying on banks because one day all the banks will crash and people's hard earned money will go POOF! I don't trust banks in the least bit. I'd rather hide large amounts of money at home in a fireproof safe under my bed than store it in a bank, especially when 2012 does come. I believe everything electronic may go POOF simply because of the Earth's magnetic field being destroyed, which they predict might happen. Ha! I welcome it. Can you imagine the internet being gone? Maybe that's what this world needs. I've said it once and I'll say it again, I am not scared of any upcoming catastrophes. All I know is that people who are not right with God need to get right with God because if I wasn't, hey, I'd be scared too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-6887239739213993246?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/6887239739213993246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/09/2012-dilemma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/6887239739213993246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/6887239739213993246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/09/2012-dilemma.html' title='The 2012 Dilemma'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-3567205480663534660</id><published>2010-09-01T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T12:53:32.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motherly Wardrobe Please? O__O</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen a mother outside wearing something, well, unfit for a mother? I'm sure everyone has at some point. I sure have. Raises my eyebrows every time. How can you have kids and still walk around, half-naked? I've seen mothers in halter tops, tube tops, spandex pants, mini skirts, and even thongs that show under their skin-tight jeans whenever they bend over. Embarrassing and disgraceful. Makes me wonder if they ever even think about their kids and how the kids see them.&lt;br /&gt;Once you have kids, you should start acting like a mother as well as dressing like one. You've got to upgrade your wardrobe, especially if you're in an monogamous relationship. Think about what you want your kids to want to wear when they get older. No matter what age your kids are now, you should still present yourself like you have a certain amount of respect for yourself. Have dignity and class. Your butt crack does not need to be showing and you have 3 kids. That just shows everyone how you got the kids in the first place and that's not the image you want to portray about yourself. If you're a mommy, step it up in the clothing department. Please. I'm so sick of seeing women with kids still acting like little hoochies because more than likely their kids look the same way or will end up looking the same way. Don't wait until the kid is old enough to realize how you're dressing. Starting young would be the obvious thing.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a black (why is it always the black people!?) woman a couple of weeks ago somewhere, looking like a straight slut while pushing her toddler girl in a stroller. The woman had on a torn up black sleeveless shirt and tight, spandex black pants and long black weave. Her back and behind was all out for the world to see. I saw her talking to a white boy on the corner and I was like yeah, I already know why he's talking to you. It just made me sick. And she had a young kid. Where is the motherly dignity? You can tell the mothers who have little to no self-esteem. But shouldn't just looking at your kid tell you that you want to grow up and do better in every aspect of life? I guess not. Some just regret having the kid in the first place so I guess they think they can still run around, hoeing around. Oh well. I never dressed slutty in the first place, so when I had my kids I had no problems with that. I want to change my wardrobe because certain 'teenage' styles I have in my closet are not fit for my liking anymore, and some things I just simply cannot fit anymore because of my 2 pregnancies. LOL! But yeah, mothers, do yourself and me a favor and dress like you have some common sense. Please. Even you single ladies. There's no way you're gonna get a good (emphasis on good) man looking like a prostitute from East Point, Georgia. All you're gonna do is end up with another kid you don't want and make things worse. Save yourself the aggravation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-3567205480663534660?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/3567205480663534660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/09/motherly-wardrobe-please-oo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/3567205480663534660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/3567205480663534660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/09/motherly-wardrobe-please-oo.html' title='Motherly Wardrobe Please? O__O'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-4855089076732602237</id><published>2010-08-29T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T19:02:21.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Exercising</title><content type='html'>I am slowly getting back to exercising after having 2 kids. I'm glad that I didn't completely blow up with either one; for the most part I am still skinny! But I have to lose the baby gut. I'm like 135 pounds right now and I want to get back to 120. I will happen fast though, as long as I stick to exercising and not eating fatty foods.&lt;br /&gt;I did some push-ups today... and the back kind also that works your triceps. Funny how most people don't even think about doing that. I need to continue drinking as much water as I was drinking before I had Jamian and I haven't been. Blah. It's alright, though. I love to work out, especially with hubby. =)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Full body workout that doesn't require going outside? Jumping jacks!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-4855089076732602237?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/4855089076732602237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-to-exercising.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/4855089076732602237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/4855089076732602237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-to-exercising.html' title='Back to Exercising'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-8594702446525337296</id><published>2010-08-26T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T20:59:19.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Games, Games, and More Games</title><content type='html'>I've been hooked to online games for a long time. They are so fun. Ever since my hubby introduced me to PSO (Phantasy Star Online) years ago before we married, I've loved the interaction from real people. Nowadays I've gotten so used to playing games with real interaction that I barely even pick up a console game to play. Kinda sad, but true. -.-&lt;br /&gt;So I've been stuck on Mabinogi for 2 years. It's just now really dwindling down because life has greatly gotten in the way and I don't have time for the darn game. It's one of those awesome fantasy games that has a story but it never ends. There are always updates... constant new things to do. Mabinogi is one of those online games that is VERY hard to stay away from once you get into it. But like I said, it's getting less and less. Things have gotten very redundant in that game... the same ole grinding process. I still update my Mabinogi blog though! Check it out... I write as if I am my character. &lt;a href="http://www.iceboltqueenofmabi.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.iceboltqueenofmabi.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of online games I have tried and am still trying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;1. PSO (Phantasy Star Online) &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;-still play occasionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;2. DOMO (Dream of Mirror Online) &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;-don't play anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;3. Mabinogi &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;-still play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;4. Shaiya Online &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;-don't play anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;5. Perfect World International &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;-still play occasionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;6. Florensia Online &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;-don't play anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;7. Ace Online &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;-still play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;8. Grand Fantasia&lt;/span&gt; -don't play anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;9. Dragonica &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;-don't play anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;10. Vindictus &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;-brand new game waiting for open beta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;11. Deepolis &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;-just started and still play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;12. ROM &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;(Ruins of Magic)-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;going to try tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I hadn't realized that there were so many until I listed all of them, and I still get the feeling I'm missing one. Nah... I got all of them. This is within a span of 2 years; me and my hubby have tried several games. Most of them are the same, cute fantasy world, a bunch of different classes, and the same redundant battle system (I hit you, you hit me) that I have gotten sick of. It's dumb how they classify killing something as okay, whoever has the most power/skills will win, no matter what. You hit the enemy, the enemy hits you, and so on and so forth. It's irritating. That's why Mabinogi is sooooo popular, because their battle system is like something I'd never seen before. You can actually kill an enemy without the enemy even having to touch you at all. You control your moves, skills, etc. You could have a total level of 30 and still kick a grizzly bear's butt if you have the right skills. These other games? No, siree, you had better not even try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;PSO is a classic old online game that I will probably never stop playing. It originally came from a console game. But even that has the same redundant battle system I hate now. DOMO, same thing. And that game didn't hardly show you how to do anything; you had to read every quest and practically memorize what the person said or else you'll be lost on the next step. Shaiya, same thing. Beautiful graphics, but absolutely NO customization and the same lame battle system. All of the people looked the same; I think the only thing you could change to distinguish yourself was your hairstyle and hair color. Other than that, every other person in the same class as you looked exactly the same. I didn't like that at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Ace Online is an awesome airship battle game where you have mothership wars and PVP's and PVE's. Great battle system, graphics, and game play. The only thing is that the side I joined sucks. The advanced players stand around, selling overpriced weapons and getting richer instead of helping all the noobs grind and beat the other confederation in wars. What idiots... and then they complain when we lose. Well, if they would get their lazy butts out there and help the people level 60 and under fight BCU, maybe we wouldn't suck so bad! -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Perfect World has the same battle system, but the game is sooooo beautiful you'd wish you were inside of it! It's awesome! Greatest graphics ever. Greatest music ever. AWESOME customization, too! Talk about making your character look like you, you can literally upload a pic of yourself and actually make your character look, well, just like you. Even down to your skin color. You can even change your freakin eyebrow color, how long they are, eye color, shape, eyelash length, everything! Basically every facial feature they allow you to change. So you will never look like the person standing next to you. Love it! You will seriously fall in love with the graphics... if you have a video card that can handle it well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Florensia and Dragonica... ehh, same battle system. The only thing I loved about Florensia is not only the music but the way they had sea level as well as land level, so your character could go out to sea and sail and kill enemies there. I thought that was awesome. No other game has that, as of now at least. But the problem with that is, the freakin controls for the sea were way too hard! I got irritated when I played as my ship. I couldn't get into it. There was nothing special about the characters, just running through a cute little town, killing enemies before they kill you. Grand Fantasia was a little different in the sense that you fly way up in the air and teleport to different cities but it wasn't all that. I only played it because someone told me to try it and I insisted. Dragonica, same thing. But that game didn't even last 2 days with me. I got bored as hell and uninstalled it the next day. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Vindictus is supposed to be an enhanced version of Mabinogi, seeing that it's from the same company, Nexon. &lt;a href="http://www.nexon.net/"&gt;http://www.nexon.net&lt;/a&gt; I've seen videos of the gameplay because most games are always out in Korea or somewhere in Asia first before they even hit the US and the graphics are similiar to that of Perfect World. Automatic interest. So right now it just got done with closed beta, and only certain people were chosen to test it. Now everybody else has to wait for open beta so they can actually play. I can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Deepolis is nothing like any of the games I listed above. I just started it yesterday and it's a 3D underwater browser game. No downloading anything, which automatically caught my interest. I signed up and began to play. It's kinda cool! Same 'I hit you, you hit me' theme but at least when I fire torpedoes they can't hit me anymore because they're dead in one blow. LOL! For now, its a pretty cool game. Might play it again tonight before I go to bed. My hubby is playing another online game I have not tried called Navy Field and he's hooked to it. Reason why I won't try it is because the interface looks so annoying I just know I would get irritated. The whole layout of the game is annoying to me. You've got a bunch of ships in aerial view, shooting each other and the only thing that helps you even keep up with where your ship even is are ten million dotted lines that you can move around, indicating your area and range of your bullets. I don't know, I just don't like the interface. Oh well! And ROM... I want to try that game. It looks like it has cool effects and awesome graphics, and I have heard since last year that it was a good game. So I may try tomorrow. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Well, this is my long list of online game experiences. I could actually write more but I prefer not to. Hope you enjoy anyway!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Until next time,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Randomosity =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-8594702446525337296?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/8594702446525337296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/08/games-games-and-more-games.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/8594702446525337296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/8594702446525337296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/08/games-games-and-more-games.html' title='Games, Games, and More Games'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-30209567496902820</id><published>2010-08-24T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T17:43:31.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Friendship Blues</title><content type='html'>Sigh. Here goes the whole friendship thing again. Lately I've realized some things about certain people that I didn't like and here I go again, with no friends. I had no friends from the beginning, anyway, at least not in my adult life. Every time I even begin to give someone the benefit of the doubt, something bad happens. This is my Facebook status this morning... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Why  is it so hard to make and keep friends? Why can't making friends be as  easy as when you were a little naive kid, and everyone around you was  innocent and had everything in common with you? Seems like the older you  get, the harder it is to make friends because eventually you start to  wise up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;It's true. It's so hard for me to make and keep friends. I haven't had a best friend in years... except for my husband. I haven't had a friend, period. Guess it's because I'm so different and I don't except just anyone, especially now that I'm married and kids. I can't just run around with anyone anymore. Must watch who I hang around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/THRnBRb16XI/AAAAAAAAAbM/2UZa1JpHU7w/s1600/Lava+cat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/THRnBRb16XI/AAAAAAAAAbM/2UZa1JpHU7w/s400/Lava+cat.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;It's funny how when you're a kid, you have something in common with everybody and everybody has something in common with you. Kids don't have a care in the world, and for the most part they except everybody. But once you get to a certain age, like the teenage years, things drastically change. People grow apart because you get older and start to figure out who you are as a person, and you eventually may stray away from the friend you've known since kindergarten. I kind of hate that. But now, I just wish I could find someone who will not use me, someone who will not pressure me to do what they do, someone who will have lots of things in common with me. Someone who believes in homeschooling, and someone with kids. Someone who doesn't listen to rap music all the time, someone who worships God wholeheartedly, and someone who will not try to take my husband away from me. (AHEM!) I've been waiting a long time for that special person but I guess I have to wait longer. Right now, I mostly want to meet someone with kids, so for now Syriah will have someone her age to play with until Jamian gets older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;My husband and I both have difficulty making real, genuine friends because of the way we are. But we just have to stay patient, I suppose. Most of it is spiritual, I know. I just hate it sometimes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Oh well. In the meantime, I shall stick to my online games, which is the only place I ever do make friends, only I cannot meet them face to face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-30209567496902820?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/30209567496902820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/08/friendship-blues.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/30209567496902820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/30209567496902820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/08/friendship-blues.html' title='Friendship Blues'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/THRnBRb16XI/AAAAAAAAAbM/2UZa1JpHU7w/s72-c/Lava+cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-7219373859205381406</id><published>2010-08-10T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T11:38:30.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puberty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obesity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Early Puberty in Little Girls</title><content type='html'>Well, as usual, Yahoo displayed an interesting topic on their home page yesterday. They were talking about how young girls are hitting puberty younger than ever nowadays. And no duh, everyone has realized that, or at least I think so. They're trying to come up with this philosophical reason for girls' bodies maturing faster when it's so obvious the girls themselves could probably explain it. First of all, it's because of the high obesity rates. Sure, when you have an 80 pound 5 year old, they already look like they have breasts so quite naturally, they will really develop breasts at a younger age and also be mistaken for being older. These parents don't know how and what to feed their kids; it annoys me! They feed their kids waaaaaay too much junk food and later wonder how they got that fat, or why they have a butt and hips like theirs at 8 years old. Hello, people? &lt;br /&gt;Second of all, the food now is way more preserved (AKA poisonous) than it ever was 10 years ago. All those preservatives, extra hormones, fake sugars, trans fats, etc. are causing girls to develop faster. I hate the way you can't even drink cow's milk now because of the hormone-pumped cows and the possible 'cloned' cows. I believe they actually clone animals now! You have to research what you eat and be aware of what's in your food. Yeah, practically everything now has something bad in it, even from the water you drink to the fruits you pick up and eat. They're not always safe from pesticides, fertilizers, or mold, either. But all you can do is do the best you can to feed your kids as healthy as possible to avoid extra health problems.&lt;br /&gt;THIRD of all, the media is always to blame for making our kids more mature! And before you say, well, that has nothing to do with a girl's body maturing, it sure does! You already know the more a child is exposed to sexual innuendos, the faster their bodies will mature. Besides, girls that are exposed to that stuff have sex way sooner. Again, parents not watching what their kids watch and soak in because they are sooo busy working, they throw their kids in front of a TV and run off to do their thing. Parents also leave cable TV in the kid's room like total idiots. Why would you do that? Don't you know your child can come across anything on that TV? These girls nowadays even know how imitate sex in elementary school. That is so sad. I've seen 5 year olds dance like paid strippers and think nothing of it. Of course, the parents are to blame. They think it's freakin cute.&lt;br /&gt;FOURTH of all, which is probably something no one even thinks about, the CLOTHES these little girls wear! I mean, have you ever seen a 6 year old in a halter top and some spandex pants?! Now most people would be like, omg, what's wrong with that? She's just a little girl! Ain't nobody looking! Well, that is so wrong, my friend. Men of all ages will still look. And if you have a well-developed 6 year old, they're gonna look even harder. Sick but true. Mothers, who are the main ones who dress their children, end up dressing their little girls so grown sometimes its sickening. Why does a little girl need to wear black? I hate the color black on little girls. What's with these super tight, form-fitting shirts on these adolescents and these 'painted on' skinny jeans? What do you think the boys at her school want from her wearing that stuff? What happened to decent attire for young girls? They are all showing stuff they don't need to be showing! This is how they grow up so fast, and think they're grown and be ready to slap their mothers in the face because their mother treated them as if they were 17 when they were 7. Ugh! Parents need to grow up! And again, it's portrayed as being cute.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't think it's cute at all. I think its very sad. No way will my child know how to seduce a man at 7 years old and already have a training bra. These songs, movies, TV shows, even video games all have sexual hints planted somewhere. It really annoys the heck out of me. No, you can't shield your child from everything in the world but what kills me is that some parents don't even make an effort. They think it's cute when they teach their 3 year old to shake their butt for a boy. They think it's cute when their 5 year old son knows every word from Lil Wayne's newest song but can barely even read and write. I cringe when parents cuss at their kids and the kids end up saying the words as habit. All of these things contribute to early puberty. I think even some boys experience it. But as usual, it's more dangerous for girls because girls are the ones susceptible to being hit on, tricked into sex, or raped. They're naturally more vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;I wish for once, more parents would open their eyes and pay more attention to their kids and what they are exposed to. I mean, in some cases, you can't really help it if your daughter's body matures fast because yours did, your mother's did, and you've even protected your daughter from every angle, from homeschooling to eating organic foods; some things just cannot be helped. You blame yourself because your daughter is 12 but she's getting hit on by 15-16 year olds because she's got curves out of this world. You can't help everything that happens. But you can prevent it as much as possible by keeping your child away from fast foods, other fatty foods, revealing clothing, obesity, and sexual media. These are the things I often think about, plus plenty more topics along this line. This is why people see me as being more mature for my age because this is the stuff I like to talk about, the same things that 30 year olds talk about, and not freakin celebrities, money, men, sex, and movies. I like topics that talk about advancing and protecting familes.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm more of a family person than I thought. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-7219373859205381406?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/7219373859205381406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/08/early-puberty-in-little-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/7219373859205381406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/7219373859205381406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/08/early-puberty-in-little-girls.html' title='Early Puberty in Little Girls'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-6144220095501759316</id><published>2010-08-05T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T19:36:44.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship Failure Number One!</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here thinking about a post I saw on Facebook earlier about long term relationships. Basically, its about people who date for super long periods of time and never get married. Either they plan to (in the next 5 years) or they intended to but the relationship is always so off and on it never got there. I don't believe in all that crap. If you're not in high school and you've been dating someone over 5 years, have been living with them, have kids with them, and marriage hasn't even been seriously thought about, that relationship needs to go.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's just a waste of time. All you're doing is playing marriage and not only wasting your time but the other person's. People wanna enjoy the benefits of being married but they don't wanna be married. That's not right. Not in my eyes. Some people date for freakin 9-10 years and have several kids together. Why the heck are you guys not married yet? If the relationship is that unstable to where you guys are breaking up constantly then you don't need to be together! Give it up!&lt;br /&gt;I just hate the way it's mostly women who always get their hearts broken over stuff like this and it was so obvious all along. The dude keeps saying year after year, "Baby, imma' marry you, don't worry. I'm just waiting for this, I'm waiting for that. I love you and I wanna marry you". Usually they never get around to it, then when the man really wants to leave, he leaves without remorse because he's not 'tied down' to the woman, although they've been together sharing everything for years. To me, it just doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;Now if I told someone that more than likely the dude is cheating on her and just running around weighing his options, she'd be ready to cut me. LOL! But some people are just that naive and they never pay attention to the signs. Dating too long and false promises of marriage is the one major sign that that man does not want to marry you. He might love you but has no intentions of marrying you. He still wants to roam free. I've seen this happen a lot and it just irritates me because the woman literally thinks that they'll get married one day. But a 15 year dating period!? I mean, what in the world? The woman is nearly 40 and the guy still hasn't proposed, or either he has proposed but he's stalling the wedding for so-called 'financial' reasons. And another thing; if ya'll have been together that long, the finances should have been straight! I'm just being real about it.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish women would stop accepting the false promises and wake up and realize when it's time to let go. Yeah, it will be hard but its better than sitting in the same situation, year after year, hoping for a wedding that you may never get. I don't see how some women do it, sitting there for 10-15 years and then finally get married. Half your life is already gone. I mean, what's the point? Do people actually get a kick out of that or what? I don't get it. I just call it #relationshipfailurenumberone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-6144220095501759316?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/6144220095501759316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/08/relationship-failure-number-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/6144220095501759316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/6144220095501759316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/08/relationship-failure-number-one.html' title='Relationship Failure Number One!'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-656758531495202541</id><published>2010-08-04T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T13:14:50.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy- A Man's Perspective</title><content type='html'>Here's a little something I wrote yesterday about a man's perspective about pregnancy. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONTH ONE-“Baby, I’m pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;MAN-“Oh wow, that’s great!”&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HE'S REALLY THINKING- “Well, there goes my retirement money. Might as well pitch tent at my job.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONTH TWO- “My boobs hurt!”&lt;br /&gt;MAN-“ I’m sorry, love. It will get better.”&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HE'S REALLY THINKING- “Hell, it won’t get better. And by the time  you’re done breastfeeding they’ll be sagging as low as your mother’s  behind and I won’t have any more fun with them. Thanks a lot, future  kid.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONTH THREE- “Oh my gosh, I’m starting to show! This is so exciting!”&lt;br /&gt;MAN- “I know, what a cute little baby bump! I can’t believe there’s a baby in there.”&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HE'S REALLY THINKING- “You little monster. You’re gonna make my  wife fat in no time. Got her craving ice cream and chocolate. Shame on  you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONTH FOUR- “I hope the baby is a girl.”&lt;br /&gt;MAN- “Yeah, me too.”&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HE'S REALLY THINKING- “Oh no, please no girls! I don’t wanna hear  about periods and bras from anyone except you. Oh, and she’s not dating  until she’s 30. Or how about 40?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONTH FIVE- “Now that we know the baby’s a boy, let’s think of a name for him. How about naming him after you?”&lt;br /&gt;MAN- “I guess that’s not a bad idea…”&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HE'S REALLY THINKING- “Hmmph. I don’t want my son named after me.  Herbert Gaylord the Third. The poor kid’s gonna be teased from now till  doomsday.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONTH SIX-“Woo hoo, my morning sickness is totally gone! Now we can kiss again.”&lt;br /&gt;MAN- “Finally! Come here, baby!” *pounces*&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HE'S REALLY THINKING- “I still don’t trust it. You look nauseous  all the time. I don’t think so; you’re not barfing in my mouth!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONTH SEVEN- “My back is killing me…”&lt;br /&gt;MAN-“Aww, let me give you a massage.”&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HE'S REALLY THINKING- “Oh boy. This is what I have to look forward to for the next three months.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONTH EIGHT- “I’m soo tired… not tonight, honey. Maybe tomorrow… “ *snore*&lt;br /&gt;MAN- “Oh, it’s alright. I’m too tired anyway.”&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HE'S REALLY THINKING- “CRAP! What’s a man gotta do to get some pleasure around here? Maybe I should call my ex…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONTH NINE- “Oh my freakin gosh, I think I’m in labor! HELP ME, BABY!”&lt;br /&gt;MAN- “Okay, let’s not freak out… you’re gonna be alright!”&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HE'S REALLY THINKING- “Woman, you’d better not have this baby in  the back of my precious Cadillac. I swear you haven’t felt pain yet!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT HOSPITAL- “THIS HURTS SO BAD!” *grips husband’s hand*&lt;br /&gt;MAN- “I know baby, it will be over soon; and yes, you can use my hand as a stress ball.”&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HE'S REALLY THINKING- “HOLY SH**, my HAND! When is this gonna be over!? And is that the baby’s head?” *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER BABY IS BORN- “Awww, he’s so cute! Thanks for being here with me, honey! You were great!”&lt;br /&gt;MAN- “No problem at all, babe. Let’s have another one in two years!”&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HE'S REALLY THINKING- “I don’t think so…I am so not watching  another birth ever again. Man, you crushed the life out of my hands…  anybody got an ice pack? But our son is cute. I think he looks like me.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-656758531495202541?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/656758531495202541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/08/pregnancy-mans-perspective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/656758531495202541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/656758531495202541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/08/pregnancy-mans-perspective.html' title='Pregnancy- A Man&apos;s Perspective'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743345828830091903.post-5939547493950836382</id><published>2010-08-03T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:23:44.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mabinogi'/><title type='text'>Welcome to the World of Randomosity!</title><content type='html'>Hey, people. I'm a stay home mommy who likes to write practically anything. I have a husband and two young kids. I love talking about kids, health and fitness, games, TV, music, computers, Japan, the government (LOL!), etc. This is my new blog. It's basically gonna be pretty random, no base topic. Whatever I feel like talking about on any random day. Thoughts, feelings, whatever. Might just write when I'm bored with absolutely nothing to do. LOL! I have another blog but it's about this uberliciously awesome game called Mabinogi and I write it as if I am my character, Syriah, which is also my daughter's name. http://www.iceboltqueenofmabi.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Either way, feel free to pitch in and comment here... comments always appreciated. If you have a blog, invite me. Enjoy! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743345828830091903-5939547493950836382?l=randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/feeds/5939547493950836382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcome-to-world-of-randomosity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/5939547493950836382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743345828830091903/posts/default/5939547493950836382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomosityforthewin.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcome-to-world-of-randomosity.html' title='Welcome to the World of Randomosity!'/><author><name>™Epic Realist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976766259530857420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-QvLJApFLU/TSZFgPR4GwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uz-IPUs2uV0/S220/11949895352093168128interstate_highway_sign_01.svg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
