<?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-23508600</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:44:05.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teddy Bear Times</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-115892241442728918</id><published>2006-09-22T06:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T06:53:34.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WoW... its been a minute huh</title><content type='html'>Whats up peoples.   i'm soo sorry that i'm not more active on this thing but my life is soooo boring that nothing really happens.  I got up early checking emails and went to my favorite &lt;a href="http://bklyndiva.blogspot.com"&gt;Divas&lt;/a&gt; page and figured that its time that I send an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As those that have known I left Computershare the place I call Hell and took the Job at Nextel.  I had 3 different interviews for Cingular Wireless for the Asst Mgr Postion but all 3 gave the postion to internal candidates.... I understand but if the only reason for them getting them is because they were internal candidates why interview outside candidates and give people hopes of getting the job.  One of the managers actually said that I had the job on lock but he got pressured to hire from within the company.  Whatever.  it made me mad but i'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm working with Nextel since August.  the gig is good but its a little bit of a commute.  The guys working there a nice and its stress free for the most part with hetic times during lunch 11 - 3 and then dies down again.  so we toss the football around in the back and watch alot of movies waiting for customers coming in to fix phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my job for the time being is MSR.  Manager of Service and Repair.  Basically when a customer brings in a phone for repair.  I diagnose the problem.  log it in the computer system and bring it to a repair tech to fix the phone and if its not fixable and theres no physical damaged to the main circuit board or liquid damage the phone will be replaced with a refurbished phone from Motorola/Nextel.  its a job a highschool kid can do.  but hey they paying me for it so what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke with the manager and she let me know that shes thinking of me (I get a worried look) and she goes on to tell me that she knows I have a long commute and that shes happy with me and my work ethic and yet surpised that I haven't gone elsewhere.  I told her that i've been trying to get into the company for a long time and if this is part of getting to where I want to be then so be it.  she then responds that shes glad and that shes working out a transfer for me to a closer location to my house.  the closest location will be 10 minutes from my house and no highway driving.  that will be mint so keeping fingers crossed on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I'm looking at my clock and its time to go see my coffee lady and get on the road to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLLA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-115892241442728918?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/115892241442728918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=115892241442728918' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/115892241442728918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/115892241442728918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/09/wow-its-been-minute-huh.html' title='WoW... its been a minute huh'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-115379518720127759</id><published>2006-07-24T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T22:39:47.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 post hell</title><content type='html'>Well today was supposed to be day one at Nextel.  but I got a phone call late Friday afternoon that I didn't check until early Saturday morning that there was a glitch in the processing for me to start today and they supposedly sent via priority mail the paperwork for me to get my drug test. That was never received so they resent it and I got it today.  so will drink up my water so i'm not standing at the toliet talkin myself into giving my sample..... HEY ILL... Got any Apple Juice.... HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got up this morning and went to the gym and got my workout on and just chilled for the rest of the day.  didn't do a damn thang and will do the same tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cingular rep called and said that it was not going to happen for me to get my 2nd interview with them tomorrow (Tuesday) and he is doing his best to get me in as soon as possible.  So it looks like I will be going into Nextel on Wednesday regardless of whats going on with Cingular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get a couple of emails from the old job of how my 1st day was and that there were some people upset that they were on vacation for my last week there, as I only gave 1 weeks notice, and wanted to wish me good luck and sorry that they were not here to give their blessings and such.  *enter eyeroll here*  Those that I cared to know that I was leaving I have contact with them outside of the office so if they weren't and didn't know bout it.  there was a reason for it..... bye bye and good riddance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats bout it.  nothing more than that to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao ya'll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-115379518720127759?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/115379518720127759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=115379518720127759' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/115379518720127759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/115379518720127759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-1-post-hell.html' title='Day 1 post hell'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-115357272482579455</id><published>2006-07-22T08:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T08:52:23.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so yesterday was my last day in hell.  it was raining all day but when the time came for me to walk out the door.  the rain had stopped and the clouds opened up for the sun to beam down and it got hot.  could this be a sign..... I think so.  its only gonna get better.  case in point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few people from my department and some others took me to the bar up the street from the office for some drinks and to say goodbye.  This pic is of me and my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/2415/1600/lisaandsteve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/2415/200/lisaandsteve.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night I get a phone call from the Cingular recruiter saying that they want to have an interview with me for an assistant sales manager position.  I'm weary of it because the interview is slated for 8:30 am thursday morning.  If I go I would have to make an excuse for not going into work for my 7:30 start.  I tell him that I have to think bout it because of the time and what I would be able to do to go.  I sit and think for about 5 mins and say to myself ...F IT... if I don't go I won't know what could possibly be.  So I call him back and say to him set it up, to which he replies consider it done, and gave me the info of where i'm going and who i'm seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the morning comes I pull out my suit here's a couple pics  of what I wore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/2415/1600/Jul20_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/2415/200/Jul20_0005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/2415/1600/Jul20_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/2415/200/Jul20_0003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/2415/1600/Jul20_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/2415/200/Jul20_0002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/2415/1600/Jul20_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/2415/200/Jul20_0001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I leave the house at 6:50 to get my coffee from my coffee lady and also thinking that traffic was going to be bad.  It was the total opposite and I get to the location at 7:30. so I have an hour to sit and stew and make myself a nervous wreck.   Obviously I was there before my interviewer.  7:59 he pulls up on a motorcycle a  Nice cruiser yellow in color.  I didn't think to take a picture of it to put it up for you missy.  maybe if I get the job i'll take a pic of it and put it up for you to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 8:20 he calls to me and has me come in the store that doesnt open until 10 so I plan to get my  time in and impress the hell out of this dude.  Which I did and did not leave there until 9:50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my suit jacket off before I got in my truck and when I got on the highway back down to my office I did the unthinkable.  changed my entire outfit from my suit into my business causal clothes, shoes and all.  It was funny and scary for me and I know the people behind were pissed or scared because of the swerving that I was doing.  thank goodness for cruise control.  the speed didnt change at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the interview went good on my part from what I thought and was in for a nice surprise to come.  The recruiter called  and said that the feedback from the interview was great.  and he asked if I knew a Sheila Conally (sp) I said the name sounds familiar.  He then lets me know she is the Regional Sales Manager and that she remembers me and my name from the defunct Cellular One (cinglar now) when I worked there in 1994 and that I was a "GOOD KID" and that I left on good terms and a hard worker from what she remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now mind you she is on vacation and speaking with the recruiter.  So looks like i'm going on to the next step interviewin with Cingular.  my dream is getting better and better as the days go on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-115357272482579455?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/115357272482579455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=115357272482579455' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/115357272482579455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/115357272482579455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/07/ok-so-yesterday-was-my-last-day-in.html' title=''/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-115298262725761610</id><published>2006-07-15T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T12:57:07.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Takin a leap of faith..... I did it ya'll</title><content type='html'>Ok ya'll I did it.  I was offered the position with Nextel and I accepted the offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the Job offer Friday afternoon on my way home.  I called the Nextel recruiter at my Lunch and tried to haggle with him on the pay seeing how he said they are/were desperate to get me into the company but wouldn't budge on the pay scale and he reminded me that they are going by just a phone interview and my resume.  and that this is just the first step of me getting into the company.  Now that i'm in I can post internally instead of externally trying to get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get the call back on my commute home with the offer and potential start of Monday August 24th which will be only a notice to my current job of only 1 week.  He told me that an email was sent to me and the offer letter will be put in the mail.  Once I sign and fax or scan and email back and take the drug test I will be official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to my store &lt;a href="http://www.jammon.com"&gt;Jammon Technologies&lt;/a&gt; (Your one stop shop for all your computer needs...... Cheap plug).  When I walk in I say hello to my cousin and everyone else that was in the store.  Immediately my cousin says whats wrong with me why i'm in a good mood and basically dancing when I came in the store.  I tell them of my acceptance and they say that I look like i'm in good spirits and I respond that I have had a HUGE weight lifted off my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Morning is going to be fun when I can tell them that this coming Friday will be my LAST DAY in that HELL HOLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drops Mic and step back to bow.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-115298262725761610?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/115298262725761610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=115298262725761610' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/115298262725761610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/115298262725761610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/07/takin-leap-of-faith-i-did-it-yall.html' title='Takin a leap of faith..... I did it ya&apos;ll'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-115287988677351336</id><published>2006-07-14T08:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T08:24:46.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions.... Decisions... Decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;The Job hunt saga continues and takes a turn. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday after noon at 2:15 I get a call from the Nextel Recruiter that leaves a message for me to call him back it’s of an urgent nature and that he needs to speak to me about availability. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not to get disgusting but I almost felt a tingle down below…. Could my dream of leaving this place be that much closer to a reality? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can’t call this guy until 2:45 when I have my scheduled break so you know this next ½ is going to kill me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;During the waiting game I get a phone call from the Cingular recruiter (about 5 minutes later) again I let it go to voicemail and check it later. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He also calls and says of an important nature for me to call him back A.S.A.P.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I haven’t done any interviewing with Cingular as yet. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;All I know is they have my resume.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;2:45 finally comes and I rush off the floor outside the building to make my calls. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I call Nextel dude 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; and get his voicemail… DAMMIT.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I leave him a message to call me back b4 3pm or I’ll have to talk to him after 4 when I get out of the office.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;I call the Cingular guy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Get him on the phone and he informs me that the position that I was actually looking for the Manager went within the office for the sales manager position but there are 3 other positions that he wants to know if I’m willing to go for and travel. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They are about 1 hours drive from me each.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But when he talked to me about pay and benefits I am actually considering it so I told him to go ahead and submit the resume. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;So I go back to work its now 3:15 and Nextel recruiter calls again and leaves a message for me to call back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;4:05 on the road I call Nextel recruiter back and he tells me that Nextel is hungry and wants me to consider taking the position with them. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The only catch is that the position offer had changed (availability). &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They are in desperate need for the Main Corporate office in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bedford&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;MA&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; which is ALSO about 1 hr drive from my house. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now in talking to him he makes me realize 1 that it is a 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; step in with Nextel. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2. that I would have to go to this office for training anyway. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And 3 I stay there for a couple months and if/when a position opens up closer to home I would be top choice for that position..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;So that opened my eyes to Nextel and I am really thinking that I’m going to go for that and I talk to my Mother and Sister on the phone 3 way and they are behind me in my decision because they both know my passion for the Cellular Market and My Disgust with my current job.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;So after I hear from Singular today I will make my decision but I do believe I will be going for the Nextel position. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;Enough rambling…. I’m gone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;PeAcE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-115287988677351336?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/115287988677351336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=115287988677351336' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/115287988677351336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/115287988677351336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/07/decisions-decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions.... Decisions... Decisions'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-115274096367540092</id><published>2006-07-12T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T17:49:27.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic Terror on a Whoa is me Wednesday</title><content type='html'>What up family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well is Humpday Wednesday and i'm back for a 2nd consecutive day.  (HOLDS UP APPLUASE SIGN).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get up and do my normal morning routine, sit on the side of my bed, sigh and convince myself to get up and get in the shower b4 i'm any later than i'm going to be.  I gather my wits and get ready and out the door my normal time 10 minutes of 7 to be at my desk by 7:30 take about 15 min to get to work and have the extra time to see the coffee lady and get my usual medium hot coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get on the highway and hit a dead wall of traffic BARELY moving so I change my xmradio on and switch to the local traffic channel (210 for those of you that have it)  and I see JAM ALERT on the display and they say that all roadways are tied up from back lash of the ceiling falling in the Tunnel in Boston that pancaked a car and killed a woman passenger of the car, the driver survived and just made it out of the car with his life. (don't know if i'd want to life if I seen my newly married wife pancaked in my car) Now this happened &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 FRICKIN MILES NORTH OF ME&lt;/span&gt; give or take a few miles. so I  flip back to the radio and get my cup of coffee to relax as its gonna be a LONG drive.  I look over to my Left and I see this &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/BeerTruck.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and a Hennessey Truck right in front of it, and I notice my mouth watering.  dont know if its from seeing the trucks or the anticpation of drinkin the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I take out my phone, turn to camera mode and i'm too close to get both trucks in the picture so I take the pic above. and attempt to send to a few friends as a joke to amuse myself.  I put in all the people I want to send to attach the picture type a lil blurb of fun.  hit send...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10%.....30%.....70%...93%......93%......93%..... ERROR unable to send.  so I resend it. same thing.  dammit so I cancel it and do it again.  this time I forgot to attach the picture and it went no problem.  so now I start getting the calls and text msg back as to what is wrong with me or what am I talkin about so I have to explain which isn't as fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I get to work at 7:50 20 minutes late for work.  so it was not a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting to hear from Cingular and or Nextel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-115274096367540092?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/115274096367540092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=115274096367540092' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/115274096367540092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/115274096367540092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/07/traffic-terror-on-whoa-is-me-wednesday.html' title='Traffic Terror on a Whoa is me Wednesday'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-115266283881934862</id><published>2006-07-11T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:07:18.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Well Well.... Look whos back</title><content type='html'>Hello my family.  I know i've been slackin somthing fierce. Having a job that you hate will do that to you.  I get up in the morning and sigh and have to force myself out of bed to get in the shower and go into that hell hole.  But I think there is a light at the end of my tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have updated my resume and have it on the monster board and have gotten quite a few emails and phone calls.  some that I laughed at because they want me to do temp work for less than what i'm making and no benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have two promising ventures that we shall wait and see what comes about.  As for those of you who know me know that most of my work career has been in the Cellular field.  The last job that I was in b4 this 5 yr temp job ( I say temp job as that what it was supposed to be while I was lookin for new work and got lazy and comfortable) was working in Downtown Boston for a Cellular Phone Master Agent.  They worked with Cellular One (now Cingular)  AT&amp;T Wireless (know also Cingular)  Nextel ( Now Sprint)  Sprint (hasn't changed)  and MCI WorldCom (chapter 11).  So I got 2 Head Hunters that got hold of my resume and want to try and get me interviews for Asst Mgr postions.  One with Sprint, and the Other with Cingular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the Nextel phone interview last week and the Mgr said that if she had the power and say so she would have offered me the position right then and there, but has to go thru the proper channels and will get back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cingular people have my resume per the 2nd head hunter and will be in contact to schedule and interview with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm asking ya'll to pray for lil ole me as I embark on this new adventure and hopefully soon new career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I promise that I'll be back into the swing of things even if its at nite when I get home like i'm doing today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PeAcE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-115266283881934862?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/115266283881934862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=115266283881934862' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/115266283881934862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/115266283881934862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/07/well-well-well-look-whos-back.html' title='Well Well Well.... Look whos back'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114753468536748668</id><published>2006-05-13T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T11:38:05.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRFDAY TO ME.... OT incentive Cont'd</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRFDAY TO ME…. HAPPY BIRFDAY TO ME…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enuff with that.  Today is Saturday May 13th my *cough* birthday and I’m here at work taking advantage of this overtime.  And it just so happens that I have the bubbleguts (I KNOW TMI) and its rainy as shat outside… been raining all this week, AND they forecasting rain until at least this coming Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So update on the “INCENTIVE” they are offering.  My boss is “TRYING” to work with me because in her words…. I’m a team player and a workhorse for the department.  And she knew that I would be more then willing and able to take advantage of this.  I’m off the 2nd week of this incentive bullshit they are doing… and the rules of working this proposed offer is that you cannot work all the OT in one week and you cannot work a day that you have scheduled off but you can work that weekend if you choose… and for those working you have to break it up a max of 15 hrs that will count to the overtime….. you can work more if you want… however only 15 will count to the incentive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT seeing how she wants to work with me.  She will “BEND” the rules for me but not break them.  She will NOT allow me to do the 30 hrs in one week.. but she will allow me the max of 25.  like that’s a big difference… what’s 5 more hours… and I’ve worked 30 hrs OT in one week before… so its not big deal as I have no life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she tells me that the OT period started yesterday and will go until Memorial Day.  There are 3 weekends between now and then so I figure I’m going to knock out a good amount of the OT today and this week.  I’ll work 7 hrs today that went on the pay period that was passed in Yesterday.  Then I’ll work 3 hrs a day this coming week.  That will be 15 and 5 on next Saturday that will be 27 and I’ll come in and do the rest the weekend that I’m off which will be 3 hrs and a couple extra for good measure as when you work OT on the weekend.. It’s a minimum of 4 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with my calculations with the 30 hrs of OT @ time and ½ and the 250 bonus that will put me over a $1000 in OT alone…not to count my regular salary and a potential extra $100 for the raffle you get entered in if you do at least 5 hrs each of the 2 weeks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114753468536748668?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114753468536748668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114753468536748668' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114753468536748668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114753468536748668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birfday-to-me-ot-incentive-contd.html' title='HAPPY BIRFDAY TO ME.... OT incentive Cont&apos;d'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114744232781485825</id><published>2006-05-12T09:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T09:58:47.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dilema at work..... continued</title><content type='html'>Ok so i'm back at work and hearing rumors of some "Incentives" they are doing to comepesate for the fuck up they have done with staffing.  after they have layed off /fired the temps and some of the permanent hires cuz management fucked up the forcasting and staffing for the company and when they went to call these people back was told to go f themselves w/out vaseline.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So What I have heard thus far if you work 5 hrs of ot each of the next 2 weeks you will be put into a raffle drawing for a $250 bonus. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you work a total of 30 hrs OT over the next 2 weeks.  you will get the $250 bonus on top of your overtime and base salary AND be in the drawing for the $250.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The thing with that..... You have to work your normal 40 hour work week  AND cannot have any scheduled time off.  Now I was planning on doing some OT next week as I was off this whole week anyways (except for today which was unavailable to take as it was booked solid with people taking off alredy) I will be here next week all week at work.  but the following week I will be off all week so I will be ineligble for the $250 automatic.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and some of my coworkers have said that I should see if I can do the whole 30 next week (work a total of 70 hours) so that I can qualify for the bonus and the raffle.... and I'm actually thinkin bout it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Carabana is coming on quickly and I could use the extra spending cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What say ya'll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114744232781485825?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114744232781485825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114744232781485825' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114744232781485825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114744232781485825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-dilema-at-work-continued.html' title='My Dilema at work..... continued'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114730335300918392</id><published>2006-05-10T18:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T19:22:33.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't hate me cuz i'm on Vacation</title><content type='html'>Hello Family.... its me... no Choc i'm not bloggin from my cell phone.  i'm on my computer... Figured that i'd do a little bit of an update seein how its been a long while since my last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have too much to talk about as I haven't done anything or gone anywhere.  but I can tell you all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are missing me something fierce at my job because in my position there is only a couple people that know how to do my job, so while I sit at home on my ass bcuz of the use it or lose it policy, they are feeling the pains of me not being there.  maybe now they will look into the reimbursing those individuals that don't use their vacation and buy back the days from them, as its not just me that is doing this crippling the company by using this vacation time.  AND I still have 3 more weeks to use by the end of June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Boss IM'd me Monday afternoon and said that she would go over MANAGEMENT'S HEAD and RULES and will now authorize me to carry over a maximum of 5 days vacation to the next fiscal year if I come back to work AND take a vacation on a quarterly basis and not wait to use my days at the end of the fiscal year.  AFTER laughing at her I said no its ok i'll stay at home.  EVEN tho its been Raining since Monday afternoon AND will be raining the rest of this week... EVEN the weekend (MY BIRTHDAY).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm going to be working like a slave when I return on Monday but it will be for 5 days and i'll be on vacation again  HAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114730335300918392?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114730335300918392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114730335300918392' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114730335300918392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114730335300918392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-hate-me-cuz-im-on-vacation.html' title='Don&apos;t hate me cuz i&apos;m on Vacation'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114609721237201246</id><published>2006-04-26T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T20:20:12.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 of my 5 day weekend</title><content type='html'>Why did I forget to shut off my alarm clock dammit not to mention that I didn't get any real sleep lastnite because I think I was coming down with something.  I was burning up but freezing at the same time.  so I took some Nyquil and knocked out at about 10pm.  woke up at 11 tried to go back to sleep.  woke up again at 12:30.  went to sleep again.  woke up again at 1:30 to go to the washroom and finally got some HRS of sleep until dammit 5:45 (WAAA WAAA WAAA...my alarm clock)  I get up and feel like shit. and not 100% conscious say that I never take time off... F It and them i'm callin in sick.  so I pick up my phone and barely get out the words on my bosses vmail that i'm taking the day off.  hang up the phone.  bundle back up cuz i'm freezing and about 10 minutes later realize that i'm not working today... I have the rest of the week off.  I call my bosses voicemail again and say that I'm a stupid fool as I was not even working anyways and to disregard my previous message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie back down lookin at my ceiling as the sun is now beaming in my room bright and sunny like... WHY ME.  I'm not supposed to be up this early.  so after tossing and turning for hours cuz I can't get back to sleep I get up at 9 and get my gym gear on and take my behind to the gym.  I get there and its packed like it is at night time.  and i'm like how many other people have the day off like me.  LOL.  I get inside and its all Grandma's and Grandpa's and baby sitters (I say this cuz the daycare if full with children).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get on an eliptical machine and do my 1hr.  while doing this I flip on the T.V. and Jerry Springer is on and the topic for todays show is Jerry saving an 850 pound man.  While watching this show and getting disgusted at how this man has let himself get to a permanent bed ridden state makes me start pumping faster and harder on the machine.&lt;br /&gt;So the show is 1/2 way thru and I cant take it no more watchin them cut a hole in the wall and take the guy out on a man made stretcher made me gag and I couldn't take it any more.  so I shut off the t.v.  and put on my ipod shuffle (which I need to update) for the last 1/2 hr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got off.  did my weight lifting and departed the gym.  The rest of the day is a blur.  didn't do nothing much after that cept went into my store and chilled there.  but at 3 got a call from my mom for me to bring her sneakers so she can work out at the gym&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114609721237201246?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114609721237201246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114609721237201246' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114609721237201246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114609721237201246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/04/day-1-of-my-5-day-weekend.html' title='Day 1 of my 5 day weekend'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114597535402147774</id><published>2006-04-25T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T10:29:14.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Vacation Time</title><content type='html'>Hello Bloggin Fam and you lurkers that come in from time to time.  I’m doing some loose end tie ups here at work as I will be off the rest of the week starting Tomorrow, doing nothing but relaxing at home.  And because I haven’t used any off time over the winter months and our Fiscal year is July 1st thru June 30th,  Starting May 8th I have every other week off from work or else I’ll lose the time and there is no carry over which sucks.  SO I have no where to go and nothing to do while I’m off.  I can see from now that I’m going to be going insane.  The only good thing that can come of this is that I won’t be getting up to the alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are heated because they have used up all of their time and won’t be able to take any time until July 1st and I horded my time until the last possible minute, which pisses off my boss,  but she’s happy when I’m not taking time off during the year.  I don’t understand… why you getting pissed!?!?!?!  Maybe its bcuz she’s one of the ones that used up all her time during the cold nasty months and now that it’s starting to warm up and the suns out later she’s stuck in the office and I’ll be chillin soak up some (hopeful) sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have to have a chat with &lt;a href="http://chcltthoughtz.blogspot.com/"&gt;CHOC&lt;/a&gt; to see if I want to do this bloggin thing from my cell phone.  Its doubtful but might want to try none the less…. Or I’ll just bring my laptop with me as its wireless in the back yard or out on the road&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114597535402147774?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114597535402147774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114597535402147774' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114597535402147774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114597535402147774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-vacation-time.html' title='Its Vacation Time'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114562595498183415</id><published>2006-04-21T09:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T09:25:54.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Funny</title><content type='html'>Here is another one of life's funny little stories that MUST be told over and over again, even if just for the simple pleasure of snickering under your breath during a boring drive to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work in an office building. Three floors, parking garage, lots of cool people but a few space shots. The normal office I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have lunch/break rooms. Basically a 10 x 10 room with a couple fridges, a couple microwaves, a soda machine, a snack machine and a sink. This is your basic break room across the country...well at least in Massachusetts...I try to bring a lunch every day. This saves a lot of money in the long run as our cafeteria sucks now and charges way too much money for food that is pretty much warm crap. By bringing a lunch I get to interact with the diverse crowd that also brings their lunches which seems to be more and more people.. (may need a 3rd fridge as its getting packed)...and that's when this happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman,  not huge, but not skinny, with real big breasts decides to stand next to me and wait for the microwave to be free. I'm nuking my lunch and I notice she is eating a salad with LOTS of Ranch dressing on it. Out of the corner of my eye I see a big piece of lettuce, dripping with dressing fall down her blouse between her big breasts.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think rock into Grand Canyon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without missing a beat, she pulls her blouse forward and sticks her other hand down into it. Her boobs are pretty much out, I can't see nipples though, and her hand is fishing around in there like a drunk going for the last pickled egg. I'm thinking to myself how disgusting this is. A piece of lettuce dripping with Ranch has been sliding between her breasts, leaving a snail trail of dressing down to who knows where. This can't be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets a satisfied look on her face and I presume she must have caught the little bastard and sure enough, out comes a big piece, with less dressing.Victoriously, she pops it in her mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouth was just left open in amazement that she actually did this without even having a 2nd thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What say you people.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114562595498183415?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114562595498183415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114562595498183415' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114562595498183415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114562595498183415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/04/friday-funny.html' title='Friday Funny'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114554570123199849</id><published>2006-04-20T10:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T11:08:21.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursdays Tag.....damn you CHOC</title><content type='html'>OK... I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://chcltthoughtz.blogspot.com/"&gt;CHOC&lt;/a&gt; Damn you and your tags woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules......you're to write 6 revealing, strange/quirky things about yourself on your blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When I was a kid I used to eat Frosted Flakes with Season Salt on a dare and actually liked it that I had it 2 times after that without anyones knowledge (guilty pleasure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. in order for me to go to sleep I have to hang one leg out from under the covers (a temperature control) and shake it such as a rocking motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't know if this is strange and more people should do it. But I cannot use any restroom for the #2 unless its my house or my parents house. i'll end up crampin myself until I get to one of the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I hate touching feet... even my own.  so I have a back scrubber brush... will put soap on it and scrub my feet in order to clean them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  When I eat onion rings I have to eat them with relish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I used collect to and still have Beanie Babies (have a Curio Cabinet full of them)  and Now my collections (other than my Invicta Watches)  is Sponge Bob Square Pants&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114554570123199849?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114554570123199849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114554570123199849' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114554570123199849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114554570123199849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/04/thursdays-tagdamn-you-choc.html' title='Thursdays Tag.....damn you CHOC'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114545208518692478</id><published>2006-04-19T08:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T09:08:05.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day....The Taggin Times</title><content type='html'>ok Seeing how I'm having a writing block today as nothing exciting to report happened. If your reading this... Then TAG.... Your It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present to you 10 Years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago, it was spring 1996. Take this survey, post the results, and see how many things have changed since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q1) How old were you? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2) What grade were you in? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wasn't in any grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3) Where did you go to school? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bridgewater State College&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4) Where did you work? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CellularOne (which is now Cingular)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5) Where did you live? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brockton, MA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q6) How was your hairstyle? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Faded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q7) Did you wear braces? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q8) Did you wear contacts? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yup &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q9) Did you wear glasses? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q10) Who was your best friend(S)? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Same now. haven't changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q11) Who was your boyfriend/girlfriend? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adrianne (lil mans momma)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q12) Who was your celebrity crush? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I didn't have one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q13) Who was your regular-person crush? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q14) Were you a virgin? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q15) How many piercings did you have? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 two in each ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q16) How many tattoos did you have? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;none yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q17) What was your favorite band/singer? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q18) Had you smoked a cigarette yet? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q19) Had you gotten drunk or high yet? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes drunk. never smoked still havent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Q20) Had you driven yet? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q21) If so which car? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ford Thunder Bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q22) Which of your pets from then are still alive? none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q23) Looking back, are you what you thought you would be in 2006? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no way in hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tag.... Your IT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114545208518692478?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114545208518692478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114545208518692478' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114545208518692478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114545208518692478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/04/hump-daythe-taggin-times.html' title='Hump Day....The Taggin Times'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114536461476498433</id><published>2006-04-18T08:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T08:56:26.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Caribana Countdown</title><content type='html'>Ok yall its time to get serious. Its gonna be soon time to Jump up in Toronto Canada as August is only a couple months away.  So while talkin to one of my new found friends &lt;a href="http://phattofabulous.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ms. L&lt;/a&gt; about Caribana, i've come to terms with myself that its time to really kick this health stuff to the next level. I mean I haven't been slackin in the Gym THAT MUCH but I'm not giving my full potential to what I could be doing either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend I made a pact with myself, my sister and mother (since we are all members of the same gym) to keep on each other to get us and keep us motivated in the Gym. and hearing of my Girl &lt;a href="http://bklyndiva.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bklyndiva&lt;/a&gt; recent gym success story and acomplishments its just makin me even more motivated.  so with that said I was in they Gym Sunday morning and again Lastnite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left work at my normal time (Goodbye Overtime it was fun while it lasted) and took my behind to the gym, and had my gear in the truck so I wouldn't be sidetracked into staying home if I went there.  I get into the gym shortly after my mother and she was heading for the cardio room for aerobics.  I jump on the treadmill to warm up.  a 15 min 1 mile walk as i'm waiting for the elipitcal machine.  I hop off as one opens up and I hop on.  put on the headphones and start going at it.  about 20 minutes later my sister comes into the gym and an eliptical opens up beside me and we start going stride for stride.  she looks over and sees i've been on for 20 mins now and says oh I gotta catch up and speeds up her pace.  I laugh and match her speed.  we are bout doing about 7 mphs.  (whoi the sweat started pouring and my legs are burning now) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now I am at the 45 min mark going strong determined to make it to my 60 minute goal... not really tired anymore and out appears mom from her cardio class and the machine on the otherside of me opens up so she hops on.  it was too funny to see my sister, me and my mom side by side strolling along on eliptical machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make it to my 60 minutes.  GINGERLY get off the machine with my legs feeling like rubber and hit the weights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114536461476498433?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114536461476498433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114536461476498433' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114536461476498433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114536461476498433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/04/caribana-countdown.html' title='Caribana Countdown'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114501802766625726</id><published>2006-04-14T08:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T09:17:08.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday.... Damn Alarm</title><content type='html'>So its Good Friday (the holiday…not literally)  The stock market is closed today and so is my office…. So why is it that I’m here and typing in my blog and you’re reading it?  Well my dumb ass forgot to shut off my alarm lastnite before bed and it started blaring at 5:45 this morning (my normal start to 5 times hitting the snooze and coercing myself into getting up and going to work)  While trying to go back to sleep which now I can’t because I’m awake.  The sun is peering thru the windows and I hear the birds outside chirping I’m like dammit and get up and dressed.  Good thing its Friday and a holiday I can be casual in Jeans and Timbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make my way to my coffee stop (Dunkin Donuts) and get in line which is long today.  I thought today was a holiday… or are these just suckers like I am that lookin to make that Double time and ½ holiday pay (another reason why I’m here.. I guess subconsciously my mind didn’t let me shut off that alarm for this reason).  I get behind this high school lookin kid that has a backpack on which I’m assuming is filled with his books (for the time being) and the line is moving quickly as Ann is on top of her game and I guess most to the people are regular customers so she has the order ready for them when they get to the register.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid orders a hot chocolate and a couple donuts and then proceeds to pull out a WAD of money.  My mouth drops becuz 1.  The wad is huge and 2 the 1st bill he peels off is a $100 bill and I notice there’s a 2nd one under it when he fumbles to put the money back in his pocket.  (damn he’s so lucky I’m not like I was in the old days otherwise he might have been followed and dealt with  hahahah )  so he leaves and now the chatter begins.  How the hell he have not 1 but at least 2 $100 bills in his pocket and now the scepticism begins as to what’s in his backpack as there is no school today and folks wondering if he’s carrying heat (a gun) and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I try to not get wrapped up and involved in the conversation get my coffee look at the direction the kid is walkin, which is opposite of the Jr. High school.  Hop in the Truck and here I sit, in my office, currently by myself as no one will really show up until 9 if at all.  So if anyone is out there in Blog Land…  HOLLA AT YO BOY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114501802766625726?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114501802766625726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114501802766625726' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114501802766625726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114501802766625726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-friday-damn-alarm.html' title='Good Friday.... Damn Alarm'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114475784415268330</id><published>2006-04-11T08:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T08:18:04.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/2415/1600/current%20tatt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/2415/320/current%20tatt.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been thinking bout getting another tattoo I currently have one on me.  This is on my right shoulder and it was a birthday present from my girlfriend at the time as was getting one and I was curious bout getting one and it was a spur of the moment thing.  But after I got that and the saying is true you get hooked and plot what your going to get next and where your going to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was leaning towards getting at tribal band or was thinking of getting the American Flag and the Jamaican Flags intertwined at the post on my arm, which is still a good possibility of being done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/2415/1600/tatt%20pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/2415/320/tatt%20pic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However last nite while surfing my Myspace webpage I came across this picture of a tattoo and am drawn to it.  I’ll just have to take out the Chinese lettering as I don’t know what its standing for and maybe get a tribal around that.  I gotta think bout this and possible talk to Ill the tattoo king (that I know of personally) and get his take on it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too my blogger family…. How many do you have?  What are they of?  and, Where are they?  (for those of you who want to forward me a pic)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114475784415268330?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114475784415268330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114475784415268330' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114475784415268330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114475784415268330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/04/tattoo-thoughts.html' title='Tattoo Thoughts'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114467300671909839</id><published>2006-04-10T08:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T08:43:26.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Festivities</title><content type='html'>So this weekend was LiL mans weekend.  He’s been looking forward to this for a long time and of course being the BESTEST in the world I can’t disappoint.  So I go get my hair cuz at about 8 am and head off to the gym Saturday morning to get my workout on  and then home to the showers its about 11 am and lil mans mom calls wondering when I’m coming to get the baby (he’s 9 years old…. He is not a baby and don’t call him that) and take him my friends daughters birthday party.  I tell her that the party isn’t until 1:30 and I’m not trying to be the 1st person there so I will get him at 1:30 and go from there.  So I pick him up and we head off to the party.  We get there at 2 pm and there is hardly anyone there as yet.  But there was a good spread of food so me an lil man dig in as theres nothing else to do.  And of course being the lil clown that he is I find him in this  lil get up &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/Apr08_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/Apr08_0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People start showing up and its girl after girl after girl.  And then just lil man.  He looks at me and I at him.  We both shrug out shoulders and get ready for the female festivities.  At 3pm the clown shows up ½ hr late to do the magic act and face painting while the clown is entertaining I’m chillin in the back playing golf on the cell phone and surveying possible prospects.  (NOT A DAMN ONE) either old or taken.  DAMN.  I then over hear, “Hey handsome.  Will you be my boyfriend?”  I look up and the clown is flirting with LiL man.  He gets embarrassed as all the mothers are laughing and giggling and he runs out the door.  I laugh my ass off and then it hits me he’s getting play at this party and I’m not getting shat.   LOL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after 3 hrs out playing with the clown and all the face paintings here is one of his the others were paintings on his arms.  &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/Apr08_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/Apr08_0003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to the movies and see Ice Age 2.  The Melt down.  It was a pretty good movie but the 1st one was better after which we go home order some pizzas and have a slumber party pull out the sleeping bags hook up the PS2 and Game cube and chill out like the bachelors that we were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114467300671909839?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114467300671909839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114467300671909839' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114467300671909839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114467300671909839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/04/weekend-festivities.html' title='Weekend Festivities'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114467130011873898</id><published>2006-04-10T08:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T09:44:54.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Nite Fiasco</title><content type='html'>Friday is a co-workers last day so some of the people in the office were going to take her to the company “Watering Hole” (bar up the street from the office) So I figured I haven’t be out in a while that I’ll go for a lil bit and be back in time to get dressed and make it out for 1st Fridays.  I leave work and go home for a lil bit as I get out of work 1 hr b4 some and 2 hrs before most that were going so I didn’t want to sit and wait in the office and didn’t want to be seen as a loser walking into a bar by myself and be there all alone.  So I go home and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 7 pm I make my way back to the bar and come to find out that most people that have gone to pay respects have left already.  I’m like what the…. But this girl was not that much popular amongst people so they took off after a drink or two.  So the only people left are couple mgrs. from the floor and her best friend so I’m bored out of my skull.  Looking at my watch every 5 minutes literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now 9 and I’m going to leave and go home but b4 I get in the truck I get a phone call from my god daughter’s father.  His shocks went and one tire blew out from friction rubbing and when he jacked up the car to put on the spare the car fell off the jack and he thought he bent the frame.  (BIG DAMAGE).  So as the good friend that I am I go bring my AAA card to him to tow his car back home and still get to 1st Fridays.  So I call AAA to start the process cuz they always take forever to get a driver to the call (avg time 45 – 1 hr.)  and they tell me this and I’m about ½ hr out from where the car is so I have plenty time.  I get a call back in 5 minutes that the driver is enroute and will be at the car shortly.  (SHIT).  So I haul ass to get to there and see the tow truck pulling up to the car just soon as I got there.  Go to hook up the car and the driver then tells me that the tow truck broke down and now needs get another one.  (OF COURSE SNAG in the plan). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time my phone is getting blown up from &lt;a href="http://missysmentalmusings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Missy&lt;/a&gt; cuz she wants to go out and is going by herself and worried that SOMETHING will happen because she is all alone and is BEAUTIFUL. *enter Snicker here* and doesn’t feel she should have to do this.  Last thing on my mind is to deal with her.  Tell her that she will have to go by herself and I’ll see her if she goes.  That I’m in the middle of a crisis and will get there as soon as I possibly can. (1st of about 5 calls from her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now 10 and the car is hooked up and the driver is following me back to Brockton as he does not have GPS and doesn’t know Brockton at all (what happened to the law that was putting GPS in all Tow trucks and Snow Plows)  if felt like 10 hrs driving back home as I had to drive slow as the tow truck had to drive slow as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:15 and I’m home jump in the shower hit the hotspots as I still want to salvage SOME of this nite.  Get out the shower throw on some clothes and get to the club which is down the street from my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:45  get to the club and there is of course a MONSTER LINE, but the line is moving fairly quickly so I feel I’m going to be ok but I see some friends close to the front so I hop in line with them. Were moving and I’m thinking it’s going to be a good time after all…. Get to the door and the Detail cop says, “sorry folks we are at capacity, no one else tonight”.  NOOOOOOO.  I’m right there.  Next in line thru the first door… already patted down by the bouncer and ready for entrance when I get halted by the damn police like I committed a crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know if &lt;a href="http://missysmentalmusings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Missy&lt;/a&gt; was in the club cuz she didn't want to answer her phone now and haven’t heard from her since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I leave the club and start to drive home pissed.  And get a phone call from the chick who had the going away gig at the bar asking if I’m ok cuz I took off quick to help my god daughters father.  I tell her the story and she laughs and said I had a bad nite and in the same breath asks if I know anyone that has any wacky tobaccy (the way she said it)  I’m like why would you ask me that.  Her response, “Well I figured since your Jamaican you’d know where I can get some”.  WTF.  Not all of us Jamaicans (as crazy as it sounds) smokes Ganja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you reading this &lt;a href="http://missysmentalmusings.blogspot.com/"&gt;MISSY&lt;/a&gt;… sorry but I hope you had a good time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114467130011873898?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114467130011873898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114467130011873898' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114467130011873898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114467130011873898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/04/friday-nite-fiasco.html' title='Friday Nite Fiasco'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114441105782870912</id><published>2006-04-07T07:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T08:02:58.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Taggin Times</title><content type='html'>So I’ve been Tagged…. Man oh Man LAWD knows I hate to think 1st thing in the AM. But thanks to &lt;a href="http://phattofabulous.blogspot.com/"&gt;THE L&lt;/a&gt;…… I present to you and yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If...Volume 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you were to be the opposite sex for one day, what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Decide within 5 mins of meeting a man if I want to Fawk him or not. If not play with his emotions, lead him on and then say of I could never be with him like that cuz I think and cherish him as a brother. Banishing him to that eternal hell called friendship. But FLIRT with him and make him think there’s a possible chance……..so I can use him later to move my furniture or pay a bill or two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you had to name the most difficult thing about being a teenager today, what would you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Peer Pressure, and being raised by a kid themselves (babies having babies…tsk tsk tsk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you had to name the most embarrassing moment of your life, when was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Man oh Man… Where do I ever start. I have SOOOOOO many that I’ll be here for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you had to name the most overrated actor in Hollywood, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jim Carey he’s not all THAT funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you had to name the one personality trait that you have tried the hardest to change in yourself, what would you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;being secure in myself, on the keyboard I’m secure and confident. Behind the scenes in person i’m shy and not confident of myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you could go back for one minute to the Garden of Eden and give Adam advice, what would you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Have her put this and not that in her mouth (just put it in her mouth…… Where my old school heads at)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you were to name the best “I told you so” you ever got to deliver, what was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Let’s see… I do that so many times in my mind. I don’t like to make fun of others downfalls. Nah that’s not true. But its actually happening as we speak. A friend of my who shall remain nameless took the word of they insurance company and cashed the check b4 getting the car really appraised and may now be stuck paying THOUSANDS of dollars in damage out of pocket for their basically Brand New Whip. As most of us OLD heads know that if you cash the check you agree to the deal the INS comp makes… and we all know they aint honest and try to low ball to get the suckers to accept and be bound by it. Let me stop… I’m getting heated all over again cuz I tried to help them out and they ain’t pay attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you were Madonna, what would you do for your next publicity stunt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Flash her tata’s on TV….oh wait Janet did that. I got it. Flash her puddie on TV…. Oh wait.. Cher does that all the time…. And all the Rappers have they Hootchies showing all the time. What’s left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you could have a lifetime 50 percent discount in any single store at your local mall, which store would it be in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’m not into shopping and brand name stuff like that. But I guess it would be Best Buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you could have one more pet, what kind would you get, and what would you name it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Get me a boxer or a bull mastiff not sure what the name would be. Would have to sit on that and think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you could have God perform one miracle today, what would you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;To keep me and my family Healthy and Happy in all forms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you could spend next New Year’s Eve doing anything, what would you do, and with whom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;To be some where safe and with those that I care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you were given the power to settle the issue of gays in the military, what policy would you set?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You wanna go? … go. There are some gay thugs out there. If they wanna fight… let em fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you could have one person you have lost touch with call you up tonight and invite you to dinner, who would you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Too many people out there that’s either moved on or I have moved on. So no one in particular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you could change one thing about your love life, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You have to have one to make any changes to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you have to name the best music album ever recorded, which would you select?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Man its too early for all this thinkin. I’d say Michael Jackson Thriller. Why did he have to go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you could have one thing made out of pure gold, what would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What’s the sense… some igginant fool gonna steal it. So something BIG so I can claim the insurance on it hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If God were to whisper one thing in your ear, what would you like Him to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;That I worry to much and my life is going to better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114441105782870912?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114441105782870912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114441105782870912' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114441105782870912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114441105782870912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/04/taggin-times.html' title='The Taggin Times'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114432459832192792</id><published>2006-04-06T07:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T07:56:38.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There ARE nice people out there...</title><content type='html'>So I get up this morning on my regular time and feel that its safe to hit the snooze button and get that 10 minutes of just lying in bed talkin myself into getting up and draggin my ass into this G. Forsaken place to earn not even half the money I feel that I deserve *smile* (don't we all).&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say 45 minutes later when i'm normally ready to walk out the door i'm jumping out of bed, grabbin a wash cloth, hit the hotspots. (good thing I had a shower lastnite after the gym) and whippin clothes out the closet to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get dressed and run out the door, NO WALLET (liscense and credit cards) and didn't transfer my contents from my pants of yesterday to today.  NO MONEY and ID for the office. not realizing this until I stop for my Morning Coffee at DD's (Dunkin Donuts)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go in and in line (which seemed kinda long today) and wait my turn.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Good Morning T-Bear (real name)&lt;br /&gt;*Good Monning Ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Anything with your Coffee today (she knows my order so I don't have to say what it is)&lt;br /&gt;*No thank you just the coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*noticing pants aren't heavy from wallet*&lt;br /&gt;*saying to self*  OH SHIID I forgot my stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*me* "Umm Ann I'm gonna have to cancel I forgot everything this morning". to which she promptly goes into her tip cup pulls out a couple bills hands me my coffee and a couple doughnuts and tells me that it looks like you gonna have a long day.  your a long time customer and a good tipper... not to mention one of the more handsome customers (*me blushing big time*) its on the house today, and I hope your day gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say thank you and will pay her tomorrow, to which she says THE HELL YOU WILL.  so I move out of line.  get in the truck and come into work and had to go the long way round the building thru security because of no badge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man Oh Man... This coffee tastes good today for some reason.  *sip*  Ahhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114432459832192792?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114432459832192792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114432459832192792' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114432459832192792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114432459832192792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/04/there-are-nice-people-out-there.html' title='There ARE nice people out there...'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114415244568918147</id><published>2006-04-04T08:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T08:07:25.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April Shower bring May Flowers, No one said anything bout SNOW Showers</title><content type='html'>Rain Rain go away, come back some other day.  Preferably at night time when I’m asleep.  Only time I like to get wet is when I’m in the shower, in the pool or…um… nevermind.  But not when I’m in my work clothing and on my way to the office.  Then I have to sit and wait in damn traffic, Why people Why.  I swear people go from dumb drivers to incompetent when there’s a little precipitation on the road.  Now they talking bout snow again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY OLD MAN WINTER….. YOU HAD YOUR DAMN CHANCE TO DUMP SNOW THIS YEAR AND YOU DID ONLY ONCE, AND IT WAS A BIG ONE.  GO INTO HIBERNATION ALREADY DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess being in New England you should be used to this nonsense by now.  And they only talking bout a dusting to a couple inches (YEAH I KNOW I SAID ONLY) snow is really nothing to us up here when we are used to 2 and 3 foot snow falls at a wack and still going to work like nothing happened.  I guess Mother Nature is showing up to the job later and later every season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hope she sees this*   AYE &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311477"&gt;TIGERKISS&lt;/a&gt; I guess today isn't much better than yesterday. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114415244568918147?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114415244568918147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114415244568918147' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114415244568918147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114415244568918147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-shower-bring-may-flowers-no-one.html' title='April Shower bring May Flowers, No one said anything bout SNOW Showers'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114406500436911384</id><published>2006-04-03T07:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T07:50:04.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Mondays</title><content type='html'>What’s up Bloggers and Lurkers.  Tell me and others why you Mad on this Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I’m mad…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m mad that it’s the crunch time of tax season and the company that I work for doesn’t want people to take time off until the last day of the season April 17th this year let alone anytime from April 1st til the 15th.  But my boss feels it ok and acceptable to take off Thur and Fri of last week AND all this week but wines and complains if people want to take of ONE day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m mad that I’ve never watched the Sopranos until this season and now I’m upset that I haven’t seen the 1st 5 seasons and now feel that I’m missing out on so much and its hard to follow.  But I’m stickin thru it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m mad that although it was was bright and sunny this weekend… it was still freezing cold but it was in the 70’s during the work week and I couldn’t enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114406500436911384?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114406500436911384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114406500436911384' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114406500436911384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114406500436911384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/04/mad-mondays.html' title='Mad Mondays'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114380968539785841</id><published>2006-03-31T07:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T08:05:51.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel good Friday</title><content type='html'>Feel good Friday….ok I think this will be my longest blog to date if ever again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning Family it is Friday and here in Boston its going to approach and in some parts of the region pass the 70 degree mark. *thinking to self* and Why didn’t I call in sick today or take the day off.  I have plenty time to use.  What was I thinking?  Damn!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my father has not skipped a beat he is his ole crazy self and anxious to depart the hospital as I knew he would. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/2415/1600/DSC00012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/2415/320/DSC00012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I leave work and go to the hospital and ask for his room the woman behind the computer check the log and tells me oh he don’t have a room.  I’m like oh does that mean hes going home?  She replies no we don’t have a room for him as yet; he’s still in the recovery room.  My next question is when will he get a room in which she responds within the hour, they are cleaning the room he’s to be in now.  And for me to go to the waiting room and someone will come talk to me about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to the waiting room and 2 other families are there waiting on they loved ones.  So I sit and listen as they are going back and forth on current events and what the person is in for.  Come to find out one of the families has been waiting since 10 am for the patient to come out of surgery that should have only been a one hour procedure.  It is now 4:45.  and the other family was there since noon and that surgery was scheduled for 1 for that patient and they are getting conflicting stories that the patient is on the table and another story that he is in a prep room.  Shortly after a doctor comes out and calls for the 2nd family and said there was a delay and that the family is next on the list!?!?!?!!?  And that’s the first and only update that either family has had all day since waiting.  And the 1st family is still up in the air as to what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by this time my Mom has come up to the waiting from its now 5:30 (1 hr since I am getting there) and no one has come to talk to me about my father or his room situation.  I get up to go find the nurses station when an orderly passes by me with a patient…. my Father.  So we go to his room and set up camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/2415/1600/DSC00122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/2415/320/DSC00122.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister and Niece come up to the room and as soon as my niece (17 months) sees my father, hears all the beeping and sees the tubes, senses something was wrong and gets a sad look on her face and in near tears. She is too smart for herself I swear.  So I take the baby and bring her over to the bed to give her grandfather a kiss and assurance that he is fine.  And she just starts running her mouth (in her baby babble) to her grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nurse comes in to check vitals and make sure all is ok with my Dad and puts the blood pressure monitor on him and as for a finger to clamp on the monitor.  she asked for it.  her words exactly.  give me the finger.  my dad promptly gives her the bird.  we all had a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t go into the gore details as to what happened for the rest of the time I was there other then the doc came in and said if he starts to run clear and and urinate on his on with out the aid he can come home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we shall see…….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114380968539785841?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114380968539785841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114380968539785841' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114380968539785841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114380968539785841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/03/feel-good-friday.html' title='Feel good Friday'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114372999219337757</id><published>2006-03-30T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T09:46:32.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubling Times Thursday</title><content type='html'>Hey to all my blogging buddies and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of ya'll that know me know that I am not one to air my business and keep a stone face and not let on to when things are bothering me but i'm asking that ya'll to put a word in to the big man upstairs to look over my father while he goes in for "MINOR" surgery.  hes been havin prostate problems and in his words going in so they can roto-rooter his behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dr is sayin that hes got blockage so that he can't go peepee easily and when he does its not all coming out so hes always runnin to the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he should be in right now I should get an update in a few hrs and i'll let ya'll know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114372999219337757?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114372999219337757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114372999219337757' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114372999219337757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114372999219337757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/03/troubling-times-thursday.html' title='Troubling Times Thursday'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114364319551244671</id><published>2006-03-29T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T09:51:18.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Out Wednesday (WOW)</title><content type='html'>Wild out Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day fellow bloggers and lurkers. Seeing how most of us are in an office setting for our day jobs. What is funny in your surroundings today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this female co-worker that came in BURNT Lobster burnt. She went tanning for the 1st time this year as she was having the winter blues or whatever the technical term is and she couldn’t tan last year because she was pregnant. I’m looking at this girl like are you insane why would you let yourself get like this. (Don’t you feel yourself starting to cook or get burned?) She said that she didn’t know it was happening and was only in the tanning bed for the minimal time and always burns the first time in. DA FAWK… Why would you subject yourself to this? You can feel the heat coming off her skin and she’s walking around like Frankenstein so she don’t brush her arms against the rest of her body and she’s not a small girl either so its gonna be funny to see how this plays out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next funny thing going on, a co worker beside me took another job within the company and told the rest of the department (probably so her greedy assed self can have a party and or cake in her honor.) Not even a five minutes after she makes her announcement that I hear the scavengers going to work as to who will get what from her desk, and who will want to move into her desk…. I swear no ones stuff is safe or sacred. See my &lt;a href="http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-another-manic-monday.html"&gt;Manic Monday&lt;/a&gt; for a better insight. *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLLA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bklyndiva.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Diva Herself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114364319551244671?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114364319551244671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114364319551244671' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114364319551244671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114364319551244671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/03/wild-out-wednesday-wow.html' title='Wild Out Wednesday (WOW)'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114355006224312389</id><published>2006-03-28T07:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T07:47:42.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk bout it Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Tell it to me Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning fam, its Tuesday and its starting to look like spring although it don’t feel like it much.  But it’s getting there.  Unlike most of my blogger buddies I don’t have entries every day nor 5 pages like some.  guess that I need to stop working so much and get out in the world so I have things to talk about, not to mention I’m not getting any younger and need to start thinking family (shudder) and give my parents they grandbabies they’ve been seeking for some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m here working late as usual at the office and listening to Michael Basiden as I try to do when I’m here at work bcuz we here in DA BEAN can only get him on the internet, also and his show is from 3 – 7 pm but my normal hrs are til 4 so its not worth logging on the net for an hr if I’m not staying.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways he has on this gentleman that is engaged to be married and found out that is fiancée has cheated on him and his wedding is in 30 days and is asking for advice.  It was a welcomed twist hearing the women dawg out his fiancée and giving the brotha advice.  He definitely need to get tested which was the first thing to enter my mind.  &lt;br /&gt;Another segment of the days show was men and women holding on to an ex for that special attention that he/she gives even when they or you are in another relationship.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have had that ex that we think about that “DAMN” he/she was the bomb but why go back. There’s a reason why you are EX’s right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114355006224312389?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114355006224312389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114355006224312389' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114355006224312389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114355006224312389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/03/talk-bout-it-tuesday.html' title='Talk bout it Tuesday'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114339648957762840</id><published>2006-03-26T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T13:16:20.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Afternoon Edition</title><content type='html'>Hello and good afternoon from my bed. (on the laptop).  Haven't been outside and don't know whats its like if its cold / hot.  I think its Sunny cuz its bright inside my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I was/am watchin VH1.  dont know why, that's what the TV was tuned into, and I was watching The Surreal Life and Hogan knows best.  I gotta say this with passion. I HATE THE RICH FOLX.  &lt;br /&gt;Hogan lets his kids get away with murder... and when he sees them gettin full body massages (daughter) and buyin expensive parts for cars (son) he then supposedly is going to take things into his own hands and makes them get jobs..... FOR A WEEK ONLY.... and said now you know the value of a dollar and let them have back all the things that he took away from them and the back to doing what they were before....  WHY... What was the lesson learned if you gave them back all they credit cards and cellphones that you were complaining about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114339648957762840?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114339648957762840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114339648957762840' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114339648957762840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114339648957762840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/03/sunday-afternoon-edition.html' title='Sunday Afternoon Edition'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114320425169919450</id><published>2006-03-24T07:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T07:44:11.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Friday</title><content type='html'>Ok Ladies (and men if you dare to)  so I'm listening to Michael Baisden on the radio yesterday about women that use toys frequently and getting desensitized to having the real deal.  Ladies do you use them?  how often do you use them?  Those that have significant others have you introduced them to your mate and what was his/her reaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW part 2 of this Freaky Friday....Those of ya'll with the children... Do you know if your kids have found your goodie draw.... or your toys in general... or have YOU yourself found your parents goodie draw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pulling out popcorn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114320425169919450?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114320425169919450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114320425169919450' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114320425169919450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114320425169919450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/03/freaky-friday_24.html' title='Freaky Friday'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114312716635687488</id><published>2006-03-23T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T10:21:10.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying times on a Thursday</title><content type='html'>Good day folx. as your reading this blog i'm sitting at my work station waiting for the system to reboot so I can do some sort of work today and get paid for the job i'm supposed to be doing. not typing my thoughts on the keyboard, but hey what can ya do. I could be on &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/e_t_bear"&gt;MY Myspace Page&lt;/a&gt; or getting setting up my Yahoo Fantasy Baseball squad. but here I am doin this for my Fellow Bloggers. (mainly so I don't have to hear them bytch that i'm not updated as they are).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no real plans coming up but LiL Mans mom calls me and says that he wants to go see Blue Man Group... so I guess I could go look up how much these tickets gonna set me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seeing how e're one else has done it I guess I need to follow suit. so Heres my results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type Is Clever and Witty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/clever.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all blogging types, you're the best with words.&lt;br /&gt;Almost every blog post you write has legendary quality.&lt;br /&gt;You have a perverse sense of humor and often play devil's advocate.&lt;br /&gt;Impatient and picky, you tend to go off on funny rants from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Blogging Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the pic gotta be of a chick!?!?!?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114312716635687488?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114312716635687488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114312716635687488' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114312716635687488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114312716635687488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/03/trying-times-on-thursday.html' title='Trying times on a Thursday'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114307848145111453</id><published>2006-03-22T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T20:48:01.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Adam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/2415/1600/Adam-Vinatieri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/2415/320/Adam-Vinatieri.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Adam&lt;br /&gt;The New England Patriots let Adam Vinatieri get away. The Colts, of all teams, now have the legend. If it was about money, I don't know why they wouldn't give it to him. He deserves it. The Patriots should have known they couldn't keep giving him the "franchise tag". Pay the man, he's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Next Point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New England Patriots have won 3 Super Bowls. They won those 3 Super Bowls each by 3 points. Are we seeing a trend here? I do. It's not hard to see. Without Vinatieri we don't beat Oakland, to beat St. Louis to set the pace for our Win streak and next 2 Super Bowls. If that was too hard to understand, I'm sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114307848145111453?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114307848145111453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114307848145111453' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114307848145111453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114307848145111453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/03/thank-you-adam.html' title='Thank you Adam'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114294917331777008</id><published>2006-03-21T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T08:52:53.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Morning After</title><content type='html'>Well we’re moving on up…. To the East Side…. To the deluxe appt in the sky…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning peoples from my new clean and furnished desk.  The move started yesterday at 5:01 (when most of the people dash out the door)  its funny how I don’t see that mad dash cuz I’m normally gone by 4 but been doing OT becuz of tax season.  Gotta make that extra cheddar when you can… Nahmeen…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finished the final touches this morning… hooked up the puter and now have my back at the wall and face towards the walkway so I can see people comin at me and no one can come up behind me.  So now I don’t have to keep lookin over my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss comes in and lets out a belly shakin laugh saying that I’m cold and heartless that I didn’t let the chair get cold before I moved in.  in which I promptly responded that the chair wasn’t touched.  I brought my own over.  The only thing that I’m using of his is the Monitor… no need to move it cuz it’s the same as mine.  But I brought my keyboard, Mouse and Mousepad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure does feel nice sitting at my new desk…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114294917331777008?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114294917331777008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114294917331777008' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114294917331777008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114294917331777008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/03/morning-after.html' title='The Morning After'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114287437559239824</id><published>2006-03-20T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T12:06:17.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Monday update</title><content type='html'>*grim music playing in background*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen.... its my utmost displeasure to inform you at 11:25 am today Monday March 20, 2006, my co worker go the walk down the Green mile to the electric chair that they call Human Resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time a fellow Mgmt personnel brings a large box, looks at me and chats for a few moments while making a big sweeping motion of moving things into said box to bring to HR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even 5 minutes after the Mgmt departure then the Vultures move in for scavenger clean up.... some of the things said bout the recently terminated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn... He had tape&lt;br /&gt;Wow... Look at all the postit pads&lt;br /&gt;well, he won't need this stapler... or the staples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Boss came back and said that she feels sick to her stomach and wants to throw up.  that he was askin her on the walk down if this was it.  was this his last time in the building, and she couldn't say nothing back to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting until 5pm to move into my new desk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114287437559239824?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114287437559239824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114287437559239824' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114287437559239824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114287437559239824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/03/manic-monday-update.html' title='Manic Monday update'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114286312529226278</id><published>2006-03-20T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T08:58:45.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>So I’m sitting at my desk with my head on a swivel because I know it’s going to be D-Day for one of my co-workers, waiting for security to come and escort this guy out the building.  I’ve know since this past Thursday.  He is definitely the fly off the handle type of person, hence one of the reasons that he’s going to be let go that and attendance issues.  Thursday afternoon the guy is leaving for the day and I’m staying late to tie up some loose ends and my boss says goodbye to him and has this look on her face.  When he leaves the floor I ask her what’s wrong.  She explains that he is going to be let go on Monday (today) which would have been Friday, but he had taken the day off (St. Patty’s Day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have mixed emotions because he’s a pain in the ass at work, always butting in on peoples conversation.  Always asking questions on how to do something after almost 3 years on the job, and being confrontational to the shareholders (on the phone) but on the flip side he has a toddler at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my boss is giving me the reports of what needs to be done today and saying how many people have called in sick today (which in a sense is career suicide on a Monday during Tax season.) and this fool stands up and says well I’m here today.  I don’t dare call in sick now a days.  My mouth dropped and I wish I could have seen the look on my bosses face knowing what we both know and he will soon come to find out himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it’s going to be interesting to see how this day plays out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114286312529226278?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114286312529226278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114286312529226278' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114286312529226278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114286312529226278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-another-manic-monday.html' title='Just another Manic Monday'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114260079750962059</id><published>2006-03-17T07:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T08:58:44.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top O'da Morning to ya</title><content type='html'>Well here we are on another Friday (ST. Pattys Day) and the Green is flowing. I am not Irish but where can I find one of these &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/2415/1600/Kiss%20Me%20I"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/2415/320/Kiss%20Me%20I%27m%20Irish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Becuz right about now thats prob the only way I can get me some lovin now a days even tho i'm not Irish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing how my life is dull and boring and I cant write a 5 page novel like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://missysmentalmusings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Missy&lt;/a&gt; or a traveler like &lt;a href="http://chcltthoughtz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Choc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could track my weight loss and health routine like &lt;a href="http://www.bklyndiva.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Favorite Diva&lt;/a&gt; OR be a every day Clown like my boy &lt;a href="http://adayinillslife.blogspot.com/"&gt;ILLY ILL&lt;/a&gt;. but seeing how all them are taken ill just do a little some some like this.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four jobs I've had in my life:&lt;br /&gt;1. Customer Service Rep&lt;br /&gt;2. Cellular Phone Outside Sales Rep&lt;br /&gt;3. Grocery Bagger&lt;br /&gt;4. Car Lot Attendant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies I'd watch over and over:&lt;br /&gt;1. Starwars Movies (All 6 of them)&lt;br /&gt;2. Top Gun&lt;br /&gt;3. Police Acadamy&lt;br /&gt;4. Armagedon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I have lived&lt;br /&gt;1. Boston, MA&lt;br /&gt;2. Brockton, MA&lt;br /&gt;3. Bridgewater, Ma (college days)&lt;br /&gt;4. Damn I gotta get outta MA and live somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four shows I love to Watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. 24&lt;br /&gt;2. The Shield&lt;br /&gt;3. House&lt;br /&gt;4. Everybody Hates Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I've been on Vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jamaica (does that count)&lt;br /&gt;2. Florida&lt;br /&gt;3. Canada&lt;br /&gt;4. Barbados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four websites I visit daily:&lt;br /&gt;1. Yahoo&lt;br /&gt;2. Hotmail&lt;br /&gt;3. Gmail&lt;br /&gt;4. MYSPACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of my favorite foods (damn only four)&lt;br /&gt;1. Shrimp&lt;br /&gt;2. Chicken&lt;br /&gt;3. Steak&lt;br /&gt;4. Corn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I would rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. Somewhere Warm&lt;br /&gt;2. At Home&lt;br /&gt;3. In Bed&lt;br /&gt;4. in Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114260079750962059?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114260079750962059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114260079750962059' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114260079750962059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114260079750962059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/03/top-oda-morning-to-ya.html' title='Top O&apos;da Morning to ya'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114199983191674548</id><published>2006-03-10T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T09:14:13.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T. G. I. F.</title><content type='html'>Just got paid... its (gonna be) Friday Nite (soon)&lt;br /&gt;Party Huntin... Feelin Right (Johnny Kemp... for those wondering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its good to have money in the bank esp when you did Overtime (not as much as I could have or wanted to), but its nice to see that extra couple of zeros in the bank... Ya know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this month is gonna be crazy busy for me its tax season which is always the busy time for my work field (stock market).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonite my boys wife is having a Sex Toy party and its a Jack and Jill.  I've never been to one (no reason to) but he asked if i'd go and keep him company with all these horny toy happy ready to buy women so I figured what the hell..  Might get something out of it (yeah right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i'm going to see &lt;a href="http://www.larrythecableguy.com/"&gt;Larry The Cable Guy&lt;/a&gt; bunch of friends (12 of us) getting a limo going out to dinner and then going into town to see this funny ass redneck so that should be a good time to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few other functions going on this month but the big one is my friends 50th birthday. damn hes an old ass.  But got himself a young cute wife, has a 3 y.o son, and a newborn you know how Jamaicans be makin babies in they upper years. ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let me get my ass to workin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLLA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114199983191674548?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114199983191674548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114199983191674548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114199983191674548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114199983191674548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/03/t-g-i-f.html' title='T. G. I. F.'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114191014122796905</id><published>2006-03-09T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T08:15:41.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Black White and my Morning Drive.</title><content type='html'>Black White and my Morning Drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m sitting at home waiting for the newest show to take up more of my T.V. watching space when I should be reading a book or going to bed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLACK / WHITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show was gripping right from the get go and I formed opinions even before people started speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally Black Mom – She gonna be a straight up bitch in the house and out on the Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally White Mom – She gonna be the crying bitch, getting all emotional when anyone talks to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally Black Dad – Confrontational / Black Panther type (although he lightskinned with Green eyes) always talking bout Racism this and Racism that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally White Dad – Gonna get his ass kicked for using Nigger (Yes ER not NA) too much.  Hes using it too Freely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally Black Son – Don’t know bout him right now really.  He seems too laid back like hes just doing this for his parents and get laid when his fame stock rises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally White Daughter – Wigger (wanna be Nigger) she jumped into her role with ease.  She got the moves and act like it’s a normal thing for her. That her tan is just enriched greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question for the day...  Why must you go to a dead ass crawl during the morning drive because a state trooper is stopped on the side of the road.  And then when you pass him you pick up speed? What is sooo interesting that you have to see him drink his coffee or down a doughnut?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114191014122796905?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114191014122796905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114191014122796905' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114191014122796905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114191014122796905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/03/black-white-and-my-morning-drive.html' title='Black White and my Morning Drive.'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114182882225430433</id><published>2006-03-08T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T09:45:14.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Hell To da Nah....</title><content type='html'>Why the hell this gotta be so damn hard to do. HTML here and IMG there.. why can't the isht be easy to figure out. but if &lt;a href="http://missysmentalmusings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Missy&lt;/a&gt; can figure it out then I guess I should be able to get it........ right? well I guess that it remains to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you &lt;a href="http://www.bklyndiva.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reesie&lt;/a&gt; for helping me thus far. I think i'm getting the hang of this. Still a ways to go. gotta add some pictures to really call this place home. ha ha ha. I feel some &lt;a href="http://adayinillslife.blogspot.com/"&gt;ILL Wayne&lt;/a&gt; tendencies coming on HA HA HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i've submitted my resume for the Finance Manager postion here at my office about 1 month ago. and my friends mother who works in the department that i'm applying for (she told me of the postion a few days before it was posting company wide) called me yesterday and told me the reason why that I haven't heard any word or even interviewed yet is that they are reconstructing the department, demolishing the floor and rebuilding it. (now mind you. we just moved into this building not even 2 years ago) This building wasn't even here 2 years ago. it was just constructed for us and now this new company buys out the old company and tearing is it up and rebuilding. this is pure madness here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then she tells me that its gonna be about 1 months time before I hear something as there is no place for an the department right now they are scattered on the floor and don't want to bring aboard any new recruits at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114182882225430433?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114182882225430433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114182882225430433' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114182882225430433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114182882225430433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-hell-to-da-nah.html' title='Oh Hell To da Nah....'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114177973727925331</id><published>2006-03-07T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T09:18:14.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC's of E.T.B.</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="http://chcltthoughtz.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Choc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for taggin me and &lt;a href="http://adayinillslife.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ILL&lt;/a&gt; for the Template.... here we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Accent&lt;/span&gt; - Boston and West Indian (Jamaican) Depending on who I'm around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Boxer Size&lt;/span&gt; - When I wear em XXL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Chore I Hate&lt;/span&gt; – Thare are all so dearly hated.. but i'd say doing Laundry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Dad's Name&lt;/span&gt; - Stanford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Essential Travel Accesory&lt;/span&gt; - DvD player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Favorite Strip Club&lt;/span&gt; – In Mass. Tens In R.I. Fantasies… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Gold Or Silver?&lt;/span&gt; – Gold…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Hometown&lt;/span&gt; – Brockton by way of Boston, MA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Instruments played&lt;/span&gt; - Violin, Viola, Piano, Drums, Trombone and Clarinet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Job Title&lt;/span&gt; – Correspondant Rep during the day. Sales Manager at Nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Kids&lt;/span&gt; - I claim one lil man. but hes not my blood child. and 4 god daughters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Living Arrangement&lt;/span&gt; – House with my Cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Mom's Birthplace&lt;/span&gt; - Jamaica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Number of Tattoo’s &lt;/span&gt;- 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Overnight Hospital Stays&lt;/span&gt; - when I got my Tonsil and Adnoids taken out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Phobia&lt;/span&gt; - i'm too scared to say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Quote&lt;/span&gt; -Big Guys Need Love Too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Religion&lt;/span&gt; - Prodestant / Episcopalian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Siblings &lt;/span&gt;- 2 Brothers, 2 Sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Type of cell phone carried &lt;/span&gt;- Nextel Motorola I870&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Universal Words Understood In Any Language&lt;/span&gt; - Fuck You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Victories In Fights&lt;/span&gt; – I'm a lover not a fighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Worst Habit&lt;/span&gt; – Biting My Nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;X-rays I've Had&lt;/span&gt; - had a few broken bones. i'd say atleast 10. unless you count when you go to the dentist and they take xrays of your mouth. lets see 2 a year multiplied by age....holy shit thats a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Yummy Foods I Make&lt;/span&gt; – Steak and Chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Zodiac Sign&lt;/span&gt; - Taurus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114177973727925331?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114177973727925331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114177973727925331' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114177973727925331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114177973727925331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/03/abcs-of-etb.html' title='ABC&apos;s of E.T.B.'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114173523992590353</id><published>2006-03-07T07:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T07:40:39.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>R. I. P. Kirby Puckett</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a.abcnews.com/images/Sports/53117c0c-c045-45b6-81ba-0a3ac626f878_sp.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://a.abcnews.com/images/Sports/53117c0c-c045-45b6-81ba-0a3ac626f878_sp.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this weekend we hear about one of the greatest players having a stroke and needing emergency surgery. and just yesterday we hear that this 45 year old man was snatched from us, way too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. Kirby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114173523992590353?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114173523992590353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114173523992590353' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114173523992590353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114173523992590353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/03/r-i-p-kirby-puckett.html' title='R. I. P. Kirby Puckett'/><author><name>T. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00822816827487499128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/EbonyTBear/jul06_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23508600.post-114164922481475957</id><published>2006-03-06T07:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T10:53:00.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know its Hard out here for a PIMP</title><content type='html'>You know its Hard out here for a PIMP ......&lt;br /&gt;I know that i'm not the only person that is surprised with the events that have happened at the ....... Awards show. (dont even remember which one it is... thats how interested I was) but I was switchin channels just in time to see Three-6 Mafia win the award and just missed the performance by them.&lt;br /&gt;Now is it just me or was it too suspect that they were the 1st hip/hop group to perform at the show... Queen Latifah was the presenter of the award that they got. and then they win the award right after they finished performing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Say you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you didnt see the performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=D&amp;amp;q=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DKqnXBHZTAPI" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KqnXBHZTAPI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23508600-114164922481475957?l=etbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/feeds/114164922481475957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23508600&amp;postID=114164922481475957' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114164922481475957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23508600/posts/default/114164922481475957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etbear.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-know-its-hard-out-here-for-pimp.html' title='You know its Hard out here for a PIMP'/><author><name>T. 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