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BlackGirlNameBevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08163472407362259422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327035820152128512.post-75377076719638584012015-05-01T09:37:00.004-07:002015-05-01T09:37:53.681-07:00Baltimore's Mother or the year<h2>
<span style="font-weight: normal;">Big ups to Toya Graham, the Baltimore mother who was captured on video knocking her son upside his head for trying to participate in the Freddie Gray riots</span><span style="font-weight: normal;"> there. But I propose a question to whomever is willing to listen. When I went upside my children heads for acting up in school or doing something they were not supposed to be doing, I was threatened with a 'child protective service' visit. Did I not do the same thing to my child that Toya Graham did to hers? Where's my 'mother of the year' award? I was told that spanking is abusive. Well if 'spanking', is abusive, what is it that Toya Graham did to her son? America is praising her actions right now but on the other hand, what is America going to do when the riots are over and someone else is captured whooping or laying hands on their child? Are they going to become national hero's too?</span><span style="font-weight: normal;">Now it may seem that I am coming off as a hater but that is far from the truth. Toya Graham is my shero because she exposed a form of punishment that many black mothers use when our children are out of hand. It is just something that we have to do and no law is going to change that. When our kids are in the wrong we do something about it regardless if it means jail time or a removal from the home. It is just what we do and some folk call it 'abusive'. Please, on behalf of Toya Graham and black mothers across the land, let us chastise our own children accordingly.</span> <span style="font-weight: normal;">I pray that we do not have to go upside out children heads. But if a parent refuses to disciplined an unruly child then the child will grow up to be unruly.<br />(Proverbs 13:24). <br />Toya Graham prevented her child from being unruly. And at the end of the day, the child was thankful and understood that his mother was only looking out for him.<br />So that is my say so. What so you think?</span></h2>
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BlackGirlNameBevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08163472407362259422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327035820152128512.post-8807560703216715622015-01-01T14:40:00.000-08:002015-01-01T14:40:00.635-08:00Who am I to say no??It has been nearly three years since I have blogged. The last time I blogged was here on Blogger about an experience that I was going through on my job. That blog cost me that job. It took a while for me to even have the desire to blog again. But now I understand that I need to blog about something that is passionate to me which is my desire to have a relationship with the #TrueAndLivingGod #Jehovah. I want to be able to serve Him in confidence and boldness. I want Him to clean me up and make me pure. I can only ask these things of #Jehovah so I do.<br />
After having a conversation with my daughter today, I tried to research a Bible verse that referenced the conversation that we had when suddenly I had the strong urge to blog about my experiences in the church of #JesusChrist. I want to begin by saying that never would I imagine that I would be worshiping our Lord and Savior outside of four walls. But years ago, I found myself in a small church that worshiped outside. I had been searching for a church because it had been years since I had step foot in one. And besides, I had just lost my job and had no where to go after the marshals made me leave my apartment. So when God said, "try me!" I did and in a short period of time, I found myself training to be a leader in the church. I was the praise and worship leader, I participated in baptism ceremonies, I helped prepare the Holy Communion, I prepared the church certificates and something that I did not care too much about, outreach. I did this all without any church experience other than sitting on a pew every now and then.<br />
So during this time, the leaders in the church had been discussing going out to the communities to witness to the people about the #GoodNews. I personally felt that I was not ready, that I did not know the Word enough to tell the people what they needed to know. Finally, the pastor targeted #EastOverShoppingCenter in OxonHill, Md. . I was not too thrilled about that even though we worshiped only a few blocks away from there. For me, at the time, there was something about doing outreach and talking about the 'goodness' and then your weed man walk up to you in front of everybody and ask if you are straight, which, at #EastOver, there was a ninety-five percent chance of that happening.<br />
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Weeks had gone by before anyone spoke of doing outreach at #EastOver. I tried everything that I could to avoid talking about the outing. When we got an invitation from another church to help celebrate their six year anniversary I thought that it was the perfect thing to take our minds off of it. I was excited because not only was it the perfect thing but because the pastor of that church was one of my favorite speakers. PastorTimothyProctor was a very powerful speaker.<br />
As I was enjoying the evening at the anniversary, I can not tell you when the conversation of preaching outside of #EastOver shopping center came into place. I do remember sitting straight up in my chair when PastorTimothyProctor stood up and said #JehovahGod told him to preach outside of #EastOver years ago!! I remember hearing the screams of praises throughout the church at the confirmation of what #JehovahGod wanted. I felt connected but I knew now that I had <br />
to do outreach. I thought about it as the leaders of both churches, #RegenerationHouseOfPraise and #PrayerAndPraiseMinistries, made arrangements in front of an assembly of members from other churches, for PastorTimothyProctor to do his first sermon outside of #EastOver shopping center in two weeks.<br />
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<br />BlackGirlNameBevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08163472407362259422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327035820152128512.post-80728696606339394912015-01-01T12:43:00.001-08:002015-09-24T22:12:36.697-07:00I Forgot to publish thisIt is a new year!! I realized that I have not blogged in nearly three years!!! It may have something to do with the fact that the last time I blogged about something I experenced on a job cost me that job. I have since learned to be careful about my words and how I say them. I pray that my words do not offend anyone. If so, please forgive me in advance.<br />I started out deleting older post but decided to keep the ones that I did not delete to show 'some' spiritual growth. Since I have been developing a relationship with the #SupremeMakerAndRuler of all things, I want to learn to reference my life according to HisWord. While doing some research, trying to find a Bible verse to reference a conversation that I had with my daughter, I ended up here on BlogSpot with the sudden urge to blog about my growing experiences in the church.<br />
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I never thought that I would be worshiping and praising our #BlessedSavoir outside of four walls for all to see. But I found myself worshiping outside with a small church where I quickly became a worship leader in song and where I trained to become a 'leader' in the church. It was new for me however, I had not gone to church in years, let alone become a member. I knew that I needed to get back into church but now here I was, leading praise and worship, helping in preparing the holy communion, participating in baptism ceremonies and doing outreach all without any church experience other than sitting in the pew. </div>
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I can honestly tell you that I remember saying to myself that I would NOT do any kind of outreach in or near #EastOverShoppingCenter (OxonHill,Md.) when my then pastor suggested that us 'leaders in training' would have to do outreach there. For me, there was something about seeing someone that knew your sinful ways. That place was a ground for running into someone that you had done some dirt with or' to' at some time or another. For weeks, the conversation about doing outreach at EastOver had died out. But we had been invited to celebrate the anniversary of another church. I was excited!! I loved the pastor of the church, he had always left an affect on me whenever he was a guest speaker of the church.</div>
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On the first day out, which at the time I was visiting with another church to assist, it was very cold with sleet in the forecast and sheets of ice on the ground. That cold weather could not possibly stop the show, however, because PastorTimothyProctor was determined to finally do what #JehovahGod had told him to do years ago: set up outside of EastOver shopping center (OxonHillMd.) and preach #HisWord. So with no further delay, PastorTim set up a tent near one of the busiest entrance, place a few chairs under the tent, hooked the sound system to the battery of his truck for electricity and it was there that we gave up praises to the #TrueAndLivingGod for months. It was there where people from all works gathered together and had church. I became a member of #PrayerAndPraiseMinistries and endured many cold and hot temperatures. But I can assure you that I would not change a thing if I could! The pastor searched for places that would lend us shelter for whenever the weather became too much. The #PrinceGeorgesFireDepartment provided that shelter for us and when they got a call, the sirens did not stop the Word from being preached, nor did it douse our praises!! All praises belong to our redeeming Lord!!!</div>
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It was not long before the blessings started pouring in. #Jehovah had given the church a van! He kept telling out pastor that people were coming, that we will be blessed beyond anything we could imagine. He never ceased to amaze me, as I continue to sit back and think of all the things that was revealed to us about what He, #Jehovah, was doing and going to do.<br />
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Not only did we worship at #EastOver, but we also performed community outreach, and still do, where we pass out bags of potatoes, onions, carrots, greens and sweet potatoes. During the Thanksgiving season, we provided baskets with a turkey and its trimmings to families in need. We are happy and always excited about these traditions and look forward to them in the new year <br />2015!!!!<br />
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<br />BlackGirlNameBevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08163472407362259422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327035820152128512.post-17840348565212413352009-02-25T06:56:00.000-08:002009-02-25T07:43:58.967-08:00MyBlackBerryHateMyBathroom.<div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfDSyjM4UPE8ygmHcMpYG1D0Mdm1pH6xYIYsKH9zdCtk8oYT0m_NC3bfOcpYlqeOrv_kIRiCl77hqWbU2-fuEazov9vEruvX-1pkV9ixpJ_10xbhlxmxi_EkwrhOcnzES7RitthFm2cNLQ/s1600-h/BlackBerry.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306749866175292930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfDSyjM4UPE8ygmHcMpYG1D0Mdm1pH6xYIYsKH9zdCtk8oYT0m_NC3bfOcpYlqeOrv_kIRiCl77hqWbU2-fuEazov9vEruvX-1pkV9ixpJ_10xbhlxmxi_EkwrhOcnzES7RitthFm2cNLQ/s320/BlackBerry.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">And so two days ago, I take </span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">my BlackBerry in the</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">bathroom with me so that</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">the alarm would not </span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">wake the house hold up while I</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">took my shower. BAD IDEA.</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">The key pad haven't worked <img class="gl_video" alt="Add Video" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">since and I'm miserable!!!!</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I'm getting better with out my cell</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">phone, however I miss it something terrible!</span><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306751640468730242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnArpK-Txji8doZx0w_ur1KNs38DaBDFKyJGnWJX8oozdnEhVQzovW7oTj2fc-bBhalEc4aN3ZbScIrxlYiFHHLWwVE-q2IU-54uxfjeFSGFn-7PF8UJIzClbWyEiI1IEXR39IBOujYaVG/s320/BeeHumble.jpg" border="0" /><br />It's not like I get a lot of phone calls anyway. </span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">It's just that I miss having quick access</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">to the internet!!</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">That's what I missed the most.</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I read some place that it takes</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">most BlackBerry's to dry out after a week.</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">But I also learned that trying</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">to charge the battery or keeping</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">the battery in after it has been</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">exposed to moisture can damage it</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">even more.</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">*sigh*</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I REALLY needed to hear that!!</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div align="right"><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjADYia4Zd_g17CSmIl5YvVG2cclJ7E-Cmd0JXKhHHxjzq2E2pspGeRKEd0wVh6wpfOMSZzITkJ2eAVm7qVgF0WU8rjHB960OT2DG-Xm3NrWPY9vN4UtMdx3LXIAnUb3kW5n1HI_xeHord/s1600-h/BeeSolid.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306752828705219154" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCWQu4l_q2OBBzszaIAyzr-aUunXDKqUIfCjUVNVTirsV-V58mqmjJaWrK-zsHb-XNOp1YEq-UiBVVyAn4bjlLK54Z0YUCsI0Yi-hhJ2gjFMfD1Aso3Y2NBRO5Ezotk149B8Fmzdedm224/s320/BeeConsistant.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p><br /></p><br /><br /><p align="left"></p><br /><br /><p align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306755653535138066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFDGtk_GmcvIUYn24hfAA4xveDuZHFXfxQEJYRGsMrewMUX39ACsSTroUHYlL9K58AhAwJ3B7lhPvtI_pyXjhFsfEeSNFA8Y0nHAQFzj9TXajAdB2aW3Rs2-p_w6rxgRCWvDQ9dhHqmWB3/s320/BeeKool.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306755659276581714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7-PKt76Kxc9CZQfraU0aUzQmzsgrSLv_ri7fO7LdpwJLnnoYfpiz7FI7gEswHO6jYefvU90J05ZTkQ_CGpSLdqVvHFHZ4T6MPcFLPegKyaL4U1hJ2iTgUobaTOmTkJ8gt9qt9lb-pW1ei/s320/BeeReal.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p align="center">So far, I've lost 10 lbs!</p><br /><br /><p align="center">Can you believe it???</p><br /><br /><p align="center">Ten pounds!!!!</p><br /><br /><p align="center">I don't think I've EVER lost that much intentionally!!</p><br /><br /><p align="center">Lately, I've been trying to convince myself</p><br /><br /><p align="center">that I can work out at home and that</p><br /><br /><p align="center">I don't need a gym.</p><br /><br /><p align="center">WRONG!!</p><br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306759811551717858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQFSsEh3nUagN44t84vxZM6M1qZYocQqd3J1h4Mv0-msVvfSxF8aTa8THduFA8wuA5HfuCqAwJkqC4pejBozQVLadr0WTC2kGYnF_TipU_7f-4r1F27fIZcrFiLbiGV-wfRT63MIXYDpB7/s320/BeeReady.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center">I changed my mind quick fast since I gained</p><br /><p align="center">three pounds back.</p><br /><p align="center">I have since lost the three pounds by taking my</p><br /><p align="center">butt in that gym even when I don't feel like going.</p><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306760860843244258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Ep1_mMvZwn-LOFTV1xjHmpLjNcZWRIhNR5H4GMtgKLu2qIi7K86dnADnedZ8DNthvsPsNZxfe8LHKAB48l54SpPxO1TMXIs26QSDceBnuyPRGSHvprjvv5ofP-LB2_gV5VIRTGXyB3Zs/s320/BeeForceful.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">*sigh*</span></p><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><div><p align="center"><br /><br /><br /></p></div>BlackGirlNameBevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08163472407362259422noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327035820152128512.post-3531857478006220592009-02-13T10:46:00.000-08:002015-01-02T21:57:59.824-08:00BabiesGalore<div align="center">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia-4GVt-D46lmwV_82K0dJmtvy8r7qZ9OzbhTFJpkfSZPZSlY1DYavLdoYBDhE1pZHPTLHTdPcE5J64jhe9ABs9rS3g_QznYAdGOjiDL4V_hWDPGN-i_b_rU4xvNjHCTtKXzWNNxu30QzS/s1600-h/100_0659.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia-4GVt-D46lmwV_82K0dJmtvy8r7qZ9OzbhTFJpkfSZPZSlY1DYavLdoYBDhE1pZHPTLHTdPcE5J64jhe9ABs9rS3g_QznYAdGOjiDL4V_hWDPGN-i_b_rU4xvNjHCTtKXzWNNxu30QzS/s320/100_0659.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302357482200333554" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 180px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><span style="color: #330033; font-size: 78%;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><b><i><span style="color: #330033;">AllonnaSavannahRobert</span></i></b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: white;">This blog is dedicated to my lil cousins!</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;">I love them soooooo much!!!!</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;">I will give my life for them.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #330033;">I can not for the life of me understand<br />why someone would want to harm a baby!!!<br />Look at them!</span><span style="color: #330033;"><br /></span><span style="color: #330033;">Aren't they precious?</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">I saw this lady at the bus stop this morning</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;">and a cell phone in the other hand.</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;">When she sat the baby down,</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;">she told the lil girl to hold the cell phone.</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;">She held on for a minute but when</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;">"What da fuck is wrong wit you? You can't hold </span></div>
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<span style="color: white;">And she balds her face up like the</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;">This is a baby!!!!</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;">And yawl know I wanted to say something.</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><b><i>Yawl please take care of your babies.</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><b><i>Give them all the love the need.</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><b><i>Teach them about God and their past</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><b><i>so that they know that they come from</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><b><i>greatness and that you expect great things from them.</i></b></span></div>
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BlackGirlNameBevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08163472407362259422noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327035820152128512.post-52545151320679397232009-02-12T13:05:00.000-08:002009-02-12T13:14:40.241-08:00MyFirstBlog<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEu2FQx94lCrVK-Nu4EjvpXx6AoabERR5vrEslsQ8ZUc3exZ8AMzOk7oeqRFYnQuLM_K-JUcOLSPg1PoaICzgutyE1PP3m0PnljMoBDOJopbzPL5_7IdBSjMwOXd2O5F-rIP5_TQ_liqCr/s1600-h/BeeKind.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302021885074630498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEu2FQx94lCrVK-Nu4EjvpXx6AoabERR5vrEslsQ8ZUc3exZ8AMzOk7oeqRFYnQuLM_K-JUcOLSPg1PoaICzgutyE1PP3m0PnljMoBDOJopbzPL5_7IdBSjMwOXd2O5F-rIP5_TQ_liqCr/s320/BeeKind.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663366;">My first blog I had to delete because for</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663366;">some reason it wouldn't show!! </span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663366;">How disappointed I am! I had some good</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663366;">stuff in there, even though no one read it.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663366;">I like BlogSpot. There's so much you can do. </span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663366;">And even though I went on ahead and</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663366;">created my OWN personal blog MY way</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663366;">and with my own HTML, </span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663366;"><a href="http://www.finitesite.com/bevmba/IsBadWithThePen/BeeBeeLawson.html"><strong><em>BlackGirlBlog</em></strong></a>,</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663366;">I will always</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663366;">be a BLOGGER. Believe that!!! </span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663366;">It shouldn't matter that</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663366;">I deleted the blogs, I only had two followers</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663366;">and one of them was me!!!!</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302022208921059458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj80Cfp8CtNVjcxGruHNjs8WontzIGoLiyDOFCbFSdMVGD34eMELvhzX3S5ofSffIY8RkSx-WbjcyRX8iH8Lc-eRFyheDZqhreRXKclcLvlOidXPSjlCo_qKXMW5Wr0lQsJjBjuCKUXV8Ll/s320/Paint.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663366;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663366;"></span></strong></div></div>BlackGirlNameBevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08163472407362259422noreply@blogger.com0